— Ah, if she knew that when she passes the whole world is filled with grace and becomes more beautiful because of love.

Rosamaria played volleyball on the beach with her friends, but her attention was constantly diverted. In the midst of the rhythm of the moves and laughter, her eyes always returned to you. You were the surfer she noticed at every moment, someone who seemed to capture the beauty and energy of the sea with the same grace that dominated the waves. Her wet hair, the carefree way of laughing with her friends... It was impossible for Rosa not to be enchanted.

She stood still, watching you slide on the board, her gaze glazed while you surfed with a mixture of skill and elegance.

"Rosa, can you hear me?" Pri asked, laughing and noticing her friend's lost look.

Rosa sighed, as if she had returned from a dream. “Ah... if she knew that, when she passes, the whole world is filled with free."

Pri laughed, shaking her head. "And you there, in love with the girl from Ipanema."

Rosamaria just smiled, without taking her eyes off you, as if everything else didn't matter.