À Sombra de Deus
In a breath of light I am reborn in the shadow of each sacred stone. Of those that wall my identity. I revolve myself indivisible. I sum up myself in narratives which were born before all centuries, in this city of mine. They are lived and dreamt fragments of the place where I grew up. I am part of Braga as I am part of any other city. I live a mirage of a revisited shadow, in this light of mine. Sometimes it’s just the reflection. What truly inhabits the essence, lives in a harbinger of faith, in this so complete belief which is made and envisioned in fragments. I’m an atheist and I believe in us, humans. How I wish to be over and above this chimera. The ruthless and unwary steps are protruded, more or less ambiguous. Those who take me away and bring me back. Braga, city of the Archbishops, the city where I grew up and where I have the most tender and deep memories, a conservative and young city, where everything happens, always, in the shadow of God.