Experts say that here is the westernmost point of continental Europe, coordinates of hope for anyone who navigates the coasts of finisterrae.
Small thing, admit. Camões preferred say the same thing in other words and left him a "where the land ends and the sea begins".
Simple, beautiful and so unquestioning as Latitude 38 47 ´ North, Longitude 9° 30 West ´.
After all, maybe the only difference between the reflections of the poet and the reasoning of the geographer is only and only in the way each one says the same things.
The landscape goes from the soul and awakens the "absurd desire of suffering" experienced a day Cesário Verde in Lisbon, at dusk.
Is the heathy devastated by salt spray, trying to survive amongst the cliffs of raw rock?
Later, past the lighthouse, is the confrontation of open chest with the sea. Breathe the cost, sit in the back all the weight of the continent, while the eyes open to the invitation of the ocean.
Is in the Cabo da Roca that the expression "stone raft" wins all its meaning, with the advantage of each power feel helmsman, Commander or shipwrecked of the vessel.
Or nostalgic of the sea, which is the starting symbol and the hope of an eternal beginning.
Sure, certain is that nobody comes out as arrived and to give magical portal of Cabo da Roca is not need password.
Just go, take a break on weekends devoted to the temples of consumerism and recover a bit, even if it's just a little bit, that ancestral connection to the land, to nature and to everything that sensitizes and ennobles.
