Cabo frio - Rj

Im Raphael, an eco-warrior with roots in the salt-bleached sands of Cabo Frio, RJ where the oceans breath whispers through cracked pavement and the skys gray canvas holds the ghosts of forgotten storms. Im standing on the edge of this concrete ribbon, watching cars like plastic beetles crawl toward the horizon, their engines coughing diesel into the air that should be breathing clean. I see the tangled web of wires not just power lines, but the invisible chains of our civilizations addiction to extraction. Palm trees, yes but theyre leaning, not thriving. Their fronds are the last green fingers of a dying shoreline, reaching for a sea thats warming faster than our conscience can catch up. That faded Cabo Frio sign? Its not just a street marker its a tombstone for the coastal paradise we once knew. The concrete walls? Theyre monuments to neglect. Im not here to mourn Im here to wake up. The ocean isnt far. Its calling. And Im not going back to sleep while the tide of plastic and pollution rises. This street, this moment its where my rebellion begins. Im Raphael. And Im choosing the green, even if its just a leaf in a hurricane.

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