“The sublimed Doiro. The prodigy of a landscape that ceases to be by its inordinate force. It’s not a panorama that the eyes contemplate: it’s an excess of nature. (…) A virginal universe, as if just born, and already eternal by harmony, by serenity, by silence that not even the river dares to break, either disappearing furtively from behind the hills, or amazed in the distance reflecting its own wonder. A geological poem. The absolute beauty.
Miguel Torga in “Diário XII”

