Na viagem por Marrocos Arzila surge tranquilamente à beira-mar, separada pela muralha que marca a presença portuguesa no passado. Volto a caminhar pela estreiteza das ruas, onde o branco e vários tons de azul do céu e do mar, são imagens recorrentes de um território sem limites, carregado de expectativas.
Historical memory - On the trip through Morocco Arzila appears with tranquillity by the sea side, separated by the wall that marks the Portuguese presence from the past. Again I tend to walk through the narrow streets, where white and several tones of blue from the sky and the sea are recurring images of an unlimited territory, filled with expectations.
