fireworks and the giant leap

here in portugal we celebrate the april 25th. it's a national holiday to remember the day when the army and the people put an end to the fascist government that was running the country for forty years. it's a more or less irrelevant date for me - some people would be shocked by this statement, but it's true. i don't know how does it feel like to live under such a government. i was born in a free country, in a free society. i appreciate the effort of those who fought, and i appreciate even more those who kept this country away from the dirty hands of the communists (i'll be hanged 'till the end of the day by this one). but it's an historical mark for me, just as the foundation of the country, the discovery of india, the end of the civil war and so on. and yet 35 years after, a lot of people still give a lot of importance to the april 25th. sometimes a bit too much importance, if you ask me.

i do have, however, some very sweet memories of the 25th's night. i really do. fireworks and a giant leap into the supermassive black hole people call love. oh yes, i remember all too well.