text: On a sunny afternoon in the former Portuguese colonial town of Ilha de Sombria, Senor Bruno rides his old Fiat to fetch the new visitor of the town, Don Miguel. While waiting the weather of Ilha de Sombria being reliably unreliable as usual takes a gloomy turn and the clouds shroud the sun beneath them. Just as this bright afternoon turns gloomy Don Miguel steps out of his heritage home Casa de Joy. "Don Miguel, your umbrella?" says Bruno. "Shall not be necessary." Don crudely replies. "Sim Senhor Miguel, where are we headed?" " To cemitério de poetas." Bruno revs the engine of his old Fiat and starts racing towards the old cemetery of the noble-born. "Don Miguel whose grave are you visiting today?" asks Bruno eager to strike a conversation Adjusting his black hat and unbuttoning his tailcoat Don Miguel says "A lover's... a poet's perhaps." Hearing a faint clap of thunder from afar predicting the onset of a storm Bruno is eager to make the trip as quick as possible. As they pass by an abandoned lighthouse. Bruno starts reciting local lore, "You see Don Miguel that abandoned lighthouse over there. It is believed that two centuries ago a poet while waiting for his lover was murdered by the lover's father and to this day the lighthouse stands haunted and one can hear echoes of poetry every night resonating from within the walls of the lighthouse." Don Miguel clearing his throat asks, "Do you want to hear poetry?" Bruno eagerly replies "Si senhor why not?" Don Miguel, as slender as he was, his voice carried a lot of weight starts to sing. "One night, I hold on you. With a red rose, a burning candle, the Lighthouse still awaits." "A lover who promised the world, The blue lips, the burning heart, the Lighthouse still awaits." "Pardon me, lover, for death is more beautiful, Flinging the self and embracing the ocean. You don't take the blame. For the lighthouse that spreads darkness The Lighthouse still Awaits." "Bravo! senhor bravo. Your poem speaks beautifully about the poet's wait at the lighthouse. Although pardon me, but it was a murder, not suicide. Or rather a mystery that we might not unfold" says Bruno. "Ah, or will we?" Just then the old Fiat comes to a halt at the gates of the cemetery. The clouds now darker than before have started thundering even louder. Don Miguel thanks Bruno. And steps out of his car. "Don you may borrow my umbrella" Bruno offers. "Shall not be necessary" Don replies. Bruno revs the engine of his car and rumbles down the road. A bolt of lightning strikes the lighthouse. Fearing for the wellbeing of Don, Bruno looks back through his rearview mirror. But the mirror does not cast a reflection. He stops the car and bends his neck to call out for Don. Don not hearing him. Takes out a solitary red rose from the pocket of his tailcoat. Just then the packs of raven start cawing in the cemetery. Thunder strikes again. And this time Don vanishes in thin air leaving behind a solitary red rose. On a tomb that reads ‘Here lay Don Miguel Gonzales. A poet. A lover.