Here we are born and reborn and safe is the port of arrival. But this is a port of departure, bright, beautiful and lively.River and sea port. Airport port.
Happy are port towns. Here everyone can be plural, and tolerance fights intolerance. Ideas are like winds- and there are winds that follow the river and winds that take us to sea.
Buranhém River is so green it´s yellow, and the sea is so blue it´s green. Everything´s blue....and black, all inexistent colors.
The world is beautiful seen from the top of the Historical Town.
Our Lady of Good Hope is alive and well and just arrived from Portugal, and can be seen there, in the Sacred Arts Museum, distributing her infinite graces.
Here, Saints walk and dream on the streets, like people.
Rhythms of dreams,musical loves, Olorum foods, dream festivities....all very slow and lots of firecrackers.
On the sea, beyond the reefs, calm. Here, the sea is more human and hugs my body.
