Gray sky, cold earth. Twilight days. From the rain forest arise young Europeans. They form the circle in a clearing, warm to the flames. They talk, smile, are happy to be together. To go where ? To do what ? In the field of possibilities, destinies are not written anywhere. But the embers of history pulsate, inspire the will to shake the clouds. To finally find the sun.
Gray sky, cold earth. Twilight days. From the rain forest arise young Europeans. They form the circle in a clearing, warm to the flames. They talk, smile, are happy to be together. To go where ? To do what ? In the field of possibilities, destinies are not written anywhere. But the embers of history pulsate, inspire the will to shake the clouds. To finally find the sun.
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