In the distance, the voice of Galega rings out,
soft as the wind through olive branches.
Each olive heavy on its branch,
bitter like the memories we carry,
yet patiently ripening, like the love that remains.
Saudade flows through heart and tree,
like oil through the green fruit,
gentle, unstoppable, deep and eternal.
And as the sun sets,
we know: everything bitter carries the taste of sweetness within it.