But when is Samuel coming?

Two men, just two men, all alone, in the middle of nowhere.

A swing, just a swing, is their partner.

They are waiting for Samuel to arrive so they can have a party. They need desperately each other to feel alive and see how time –life- goes by. The sun rises every day; the moon is growing and dying. Time passes, it never lets up, it never ends, never… They look out for one another, they play and play, and play once and again.

A Professor walks by, lectures them, and leaves.

What if today were already tomorrow?

Together, climbing onto the swing, perhaps they could fly away.

One is a man looking at the moon. 

Another is a man who embraces the earth. 

Mister Teacher is a man, casting words into the air. 

The moon and the sun wait for each other. They never meet. 

A swing, at last, a wonderful toy, a trampoline, invites us to fly away.