Roots do not speak.
They are not behind us.
Nor at the bottom.
Roots move forward.
They pull us ahead.*
The territory of our origins.
Our identity.
A sense of belonging, like these waters that flow, full of life and soul.
They drive us forward, towards an ancient future of adolescent and maritime tears, of youthful rivers, of great moons, and the heart beats in living waters.*
* António Ramos Rosa
