Our River, the Atlantic, all the oceans, is our place in the world. The Portuguese man has no place to be, house to live or country to love. The world is and always will be his duty, his destiny is end. A traveller, an emigrant or a sailor is a man with no future, no family or memories to tell. Was in front of this river, from the Tejo, where our grandfathers left to never come back, only the greatest heroes and kings that we will mention today, the same ones who wrote our History, a History of lies in the name of god...