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Intro. Albufeira is all about white cliffs, salty winds and silence that rings in your ears. Here, in an aparthotel on the edge of a cliff, two fugitives meet. He's Drake, the frontman of a cult rock band whose voice tore up stadiums and is now thwarted in an attempt to escape burnout. His body is a tattoo card, his suitcase is full of demos that he hesitates to listen to. She is an Artist whose world has lost its color. Her brushes are dry and her canvases are empty. She came for inspiration, but found only the gray indifference of the ocean. They are separated only by a couple of tubs of lemons on a common terrace, but an accidental collision breaks all boundaries. Spilled coffee on her dress, a trace of bright blue ultramarine on his bare chest - and a month of forced neighborhood turns into an improvised romance. Can the two ruined talents become muses for each other before the lease expires? Or will their story remain just a draft thrown into the surf?

Ultramarine for Drake

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