There is a Brazilian saying that says that "a carnival affair doesn't last". It was the unofficial carnival opening when Helio and I kissed for the first time. Rio de Janeiro, midsummer, 40°C, one Capricorn and one Virgo. There was no better time to know each other than the party of the flesh, of bodies' cult, of passion and samba. A phonebook with over 70 color pictures celebrating love, desire and sex in Rio de Janeiro.weiterlesen