Among the stones of the coast, walking by the shore of Cascáis father off sea and sea, moon and sea grass, the lonely expanse of the planet.

The oldest bull crossed the day.
His legs scratched the planet.
He continued, travelling to where the sea lives.
He reached the shore, the oldest bull.
On the edge of time, the ocean.
He closed his eyes and grass covered him.
He breathed the whole green distance.
And the silence built the rest...