Mértola, the Guadiana River, a place with old water mills where flour for bread was ground. A place where birds live and people relax. Fishing boats pass by and fish jump. The tides rise and fall, and the atmosphere changes every day. The colour of the water and the landscape varies throughout the year. At the same time, Manuela Barros Ferreira leaves us with the text Alma [soul]. Why do we contemplate the river?
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