The farewell party at the Lisbon harbor was full. Playboys and chicks with nice hips, sailors and disheveled officers, urban and rural, popular and classic, modern and antique, drunk and happy, sad and melancholic, some dance, others play, some live, some are guests, others just show up and all are part of that eternity. Some stay, others are gone. With the rising of the moon there comes the time for farewells, kissing, stabbing, hugging and time for misfortune, the harbor lights go off, the noise fades away, the sound of the ball gives way to the seagulls, the smell of the river fills the streets and far away in the silence of the Tagus, drifting in calm waters, Lusit?nia left.