September 18, 2022
It's always the magic moment of the day.
A water line: the River Sado that leaves towards Setúbal.
But it doesn't matter what river it will be, what city looks on the horizon, what destination it will take.
It's an afternoon, among the many thousands of afternoons we've ever lived. How many ended up in a magnificent sunset?
How many more times will we see a sun stretching among colours of fire?
Maybe a hundred more times until we die and go to other stops, believing that our atoms will return, taking different forms.
Perhaps the waters of this very river.
© Eduardo Rui Alves
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