High up, pine grove.
Tejo surrenders, the Atlantic.
Twilight's dark blue, orange skyline.
Gentle late afternoon breeze, balmy pine scent.
Laments of birds parting the day.
Distant sounds, road, pine cones rattle, the world...
Thought freezes, motionless.
Something stirs, a longing, a reaching.
Lights, fishing boat.
Memories awaken, faces, places, a restless dance.
Dissolves, an emptiness...
A gentle silence whispers.
Nameless journey, an end.
Night approaches.
It's already here, always was...
Those I've loved, the moments, joyful, sad, forgotten.
The certainty of a goodbye.
Loss, letting myself go...
Vision blurs, the pain.
I welcome it, embrace it, let it open me...
The first star...
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