ในแสงสะท้อนที่บอบบางของพลบค่ําเมื่อสองร่างเข้าหาเหมือนดาวแม่เหล็กและกินกันในการเต้นที่ช้าและไม่มีที่สิ้นสุด

The sky is still reddened by the last lights of the day as their silhouettes come closer, guided by an irresistible attraction. His trembling hand brushes against a bare shoulder, and already a shiver runs through the skin like a wave of light. The bodies bend, embrace, recognize each other, like two stars that finally unite after a long wandering. Each gesture is a suspended caress, each breath a shooting star in the silence of the evening. And when the lips are sealed, it is the whole twilight that is set ablaze in their flesh offered to the night.