A lone figure, 'branquelo' in Portuguese, stands in the fading light, his 'magrelo' frame casting long shadows. His 'pau-normal', average yet inviting, twitches with anticipation. He's 'soloboy', lost in his thoughts, his 'pau-escuro' growing darker, harder with each stroke. The room is dim, 'poca-luz', but the scene is vivid, raw, a testament to his self-love in the darkness.