Dial Portugal 1944

Under the cloak of neutrality,
Portugal, land of ancient navigators,
watched the world in calamity,
in the silence of their own fears.

Salazar, with his iron hand,
kept the war out the door,
but the echo of the conflict was sincere,
and in the gloom, hope was dead.

The Tagus reflected the moonlight
while spies danced in Lisbon.
War, a shadow that continues
in the story that memory sings.

Tungsten fueled the economy,
dark business in dark times.
Neutrality was a utopia
or a game between several challenges?

Portugal, at the crossroads of destiny,
between fascism and freedom
chose a clandestine path,
in the second war an ambiguity.

And so the years passed
with the Atlantic separating worlds.
Portugal, among its mistakes,
kept very deep secrets.