As if she wasn’t there, indifferent to the boredom of the children around her, the teacher continues to write a poem by Camões on the blackboard. Valéria, Simão, Tomás and André exchange a glance and leave without anyone noticing it. They start running. Nobody runs like children. Run, run tiressly. Unknown landscapes, adventurous places, and… Nature: a new and intense place. Too fresh, too intense. Does Valeria and her companions have left the classroom or woke up inside a dream?
