Tirocínio terminado

O firmamento não esconde os segredos.

Atrás do firmamento, um incerto apeadeiro.

Os segredos abrigam-se nas mãos.

Aos olhos, a lucidez do achamento.

Rules of the game

Bodies dancing as timepieces fade away.

Skin feeds heat waves as shadows evaporate.

Hands look up,

the glare of the sky lodged within fingers.

All is tomorrow.

Yet, all todays must be seized

as if tomorrow had no place to be.