Autumn leaves
Autumn leaves

Autumn leaves

Synopsis

Love is just a chemical reaction... It is fleeting, it leaves marks, but it never lasts forever. Sometimes we outlast him, or we die before him... But nothing changes the fact that he is fleeting, like autumn leaves. That fall to the ground forming huge carpets that serve as catwalks for distracted, passionate... Autumn leaves are not broken hearts, they are the fresh start, the fire of a new fervent passion... And fleeting.. .
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Total : 6,335 mots
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Pt. 1 - The Boy

759 mots•~4 min
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Pt. 2 - A Fotógrafa

794 mots•~4 min
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Pt. 3 - Too Young

774 mots•~4 min
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Pt. 4 - É Anita Malfatti, não a funkeira

670 mots•~4 min
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Pt. 5 - Fall

1,335 mots•~7 min
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Pt. 6 - Vulnerável

763 mots•~4 min
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Pt. 7 - I'll be your man

1,240 mots•~7 min

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