Braga, Portugal. Photos by Ana Villas Boas, 2016.
I woke up today on disquieting reminiscences about this city
which inhale youth
and exhale memories
of its layers of time.
A mix of nationalities to have a dinner one night.
All in “Rome portuguese”…
Where I appreciate running aimless,
Crossing the centre and surrounding environment,
sensing the presence of invisible cities on my passage, confusing my sensorial system,
seeing the life prevailing on the way concrete,
finding by chance the “Way of the 4 ways”
and an indicating plate to Tibães Monastery.
Suddenly, I am at Biscainhos Palace,
and then, at the square central with he walking ahead,
until return at our home, from where I used to go out to run,
even in the winter, on the very cold days,
with an endless inner heady resonance
which came from this Celtic origin place.
Click below to view the route of this running by GPS