" I shall tell you about a Wonderful Kingdom.
(...) Hot land and cold land. Miles and milies of a raging soil, mangled, burned by a Sun of fire or by a snowy cold. Mountain ranges over mountain ranges. Mountains paralel to mountains.
In the tight gaps between the ridges, rivers of cristal clear water, singing, killing they’re thirst of such aridness. And from time to time, oasis of restlessness that makes such geologic dents, a great vally of pure humus, where the sight rests of the agressivness of the ridges. Fertile, cultivated fields that bring hapiness to Chaves, Vila Pouca, Vilariça, Mirandela and Vinhais.
But again the granite protests (...)"