Tarde Púrpura is a generational portrait of a group of friends, of stories and dreams that crisscross the city of Lisbon.

Holy night, you sink down;

dreams, too, float down,

like your moonlight through space,

through the silent hearts of men.

They listen with delight,

crying out when day awakes:

come back, holy night!

Fair dreams, return!

— Nacht und Träume, by Franz Schubert; lyrics by Matthäus Casimir von Collin