In fact, I met him by chance many years ago, in the midst of a storm in my life. Something interesting to think about when it is said that it was thanks to a storm that Portuguese navigators were diverted on their way to the coast of Africa and, drifting across the sea, they sighted a small island that would serve as a safe harbor, ending to welcome the fragile crew commanded by João Gonçalves Zarco. Many years have passed since my discovery and, by way of celebration, we have finally decided to embrace this place as beautiful as it is blessed.
Once there, we embarked on a journey to discover the rhythm and desire of the passions of the X, where salt water and dirt roads assumed particular importance in those days. After a brief foray into the Vila Baleirawhere we would go back many times, we started by visiting the house-museum of the navigator Christopher Columbus, where he lived with Filipa de Moniz, daughter of Bartolomeu Perestrelo, the first donor Captain of Porto Santo. With rooms dedicated to Portuguese expansion, as well as elements related to the importance of the Spanish crown in world expansion and the financing of the expedition of Christopher Columbus in 1492, spaces are also dedicated to the Dutch colonial empire, exhibited in the exhibition of part of the fiefdom of the galleon of the Dutch India Company “Slot ter Hooge”, sunk in 1724, north of the island of Porto Santo. But before continuing, Viajante X, a peculiar connoisseur of religious art, pushed us to beauty mother church, much remodeled and restructured over the centuries, or had not been almost entirely destroyed in 1566, in an attack by French privateers. Today it has a modest facade, with a bell tower and a large interior covered by a wooden ceiling, still with elements of the fifteenth century.
After this detour and our luggage, we ran to the expansive golden sands to dive into the salty infinity and dream of the (almost infinite) map of intentions and desires for that week … to go to sand fountainon the north coast of the island, where it was believed that by drinking the water one could recover the health of the body and soul, as well as acquire longevity, and then proceed to Salemas harbor. Although the path is only accessible on foot, in some places quite steep and with a lot of friable rock, which requires caution, it is worth every breath until we find these beautiful natural pools … at low tide, it transports us away from the world!
“I read somewhere that the ancient Greeks didn’t write obituaries, when someone died they just asked: did they have passion?
when someone dies I also want to know the quality of his passion: if he had a passion for things in general, water,
music, for the talent of few words to move in chaos, for the body saved from its precipices destined for glory, passion for passion, right?
and then I wonder if I too have passion, if I can die Greek,
what passion? “
Herberto Hélder, The knife does not cut the fire