Foz do Arelho,


You witnessed my birth,

and later, gaining wings to fly afar

as a young bird, dizzy from its first migration.


I believed that the wind would always blow

from the same direction

and the low tide would never rise again.


And I thought of farewell.


Then, having glimpsed you over and over again

throughout my wanderings in the world,

I finally understood your wizened silence

and heard Gronho's shout.


I look at you and I know I am back home!


Music by Victor Gama

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