Today my country is dressed in hopeful green for the future of a nation, that before the abyss still breaths because it is alive, still beats loudly fueled by the strength of its will and no longer shut muttered complaints between cigarettes and steaming coffee cups. The revolt came from the alleys and side streets and they do have a voice. The Portuguese marched fearlessly to the square of the Allies, in defense of an ideal country in which future generations will feel proud to say they are Portuguese.
Today my country is dressed in gold, not by its silence, but by their unshakable belief present in the José Fontana Square. The people demanded to be listened and not ignored. They did not remained in the intentions, civically took a position, the only possible, to fight for a quality of life gained with great sacrifice, after April 25th, 1974. On September 15th, 2012, at five o'clock on a hot and sultry afternoon, thousands of patriots have made it clear that they do not want to live in a country of emigrants, a youth without a professional future, without dignity for the senior's citizens and families without means of subsistence. Yes we are a people proud of our history, of our land, of our idiosyncrasies and we cannot hold further acts of injustice and wickedness. And on this day, in my country we made history with the colors of the flag at the sound of the national anthem and I firmly believe that this is just the beginning of the end. And that's how it happened...
