The gliding Lethe leads her silent flood

The souls that throng the flood

Are those to whom, by fate, are other bodies ow’d:

In Lethe’s lake they long oblivion taste,

Of future life secure, forgetful of the past.

Photo: Ponte de Lima (2017) I have spent a lot of happy and not so happy days in this place during my childhood and teenage years. A village   which is known for a legend of forgetfulness has helped me to know a little bit more of who I am.

References 

The Aeneid by Virgil