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Formerly
there was a lighthouse in the east end of reefs of the cove of Praia do
Forte. The sea demolished it, and with it went the coconut palms that
surrounded him and the football ground where the old people used to play
ball in their childhood. In a corner of that lost earth, today reefs,
there is a wonderful swimming pool, “The Aquarius”, and in
the beach, the ruins of a second lighthouse are witnesses of the beating
of the waves, in the high tide, against the raised wall to protect the
third light, in the area of the Tamar project. The Chapel of San Francisco,
protector of turtles and whales, is watching as the creatures of the sea
migrate, fantastic procession, by their side. San Francisco backs to the
wind of the east, return its door and its face to the village, devotee
and protected, the generations of fishermen sees go, and to return to
the sea. There, the fresh fruit of their work, under a glance, is weigthed
and divided. In that cove the children learn to swim, the young couples
to love, the women and the old ones, to wait for, while the low, pleasant
sun, by our backs, and the way to the continent is released, watching,
curiously, while the full moon is receding into the open sea, quiet, behind
the saint.
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