Being exiled is a terrible pain and it can be more terrible if the exile is in the motherland!
"Against this nothing can the guns, the police, the armies
The arrest, the torture
We are stronger than anything
We are the joy
Even in the depths of dungeons we sing
Birds learn our words of hope
Down with them about your dream
And teach you the fear of lonely nights.
We are the joy the body and the salt of the earth
The fertile morning sun, the music of autumn
The very essence of love, the tidal forces
Are the time in movement.
..And yet, say home is sweet
Dreaming the land free and unruly
Dream about it as if we built stone by stone, as
If there were nothing before us
Oh grin, heart of the people,
Cup, flower, unexpected flavor,
Sweet old word,
Daniel Filipe 1962/1974