Marcelo received the prime minister for the last time. Next time, there will be a new President of the Republic elected, it will no longer be the same. We are saying goodbye to a man who tried to be a lighthouse in a dull world, who was empathetic in a soulless time, who offered the best he had to a country addicted to paradox – we continue to be those who braved seas never sailed, but also those who left to say bad things about those who left.
Perhaps it crossed your mind that the date was symbolic. Perhaps that night he returned to Cascais where one day, ten years ago, he left with the aim of uniting the Portuguese. To protect them from a populism that was growing like a weed. To be present as if it belonged to us, as if we could use it when our confidence, courage or direction failed.
Marcelo failed in most of these objectives. The worst that could happen, happened. The world has changed. It became worse after the pandemic, more selfish, more resentful, less Christian.
Marcelo suffered for it. Like Guterres at the United Nations, both unable to stop the barbarism. Like Francis, in the Vatican. None of the three had to offer what time demanded.
Therefore, each with their own weight and size, they left us the seed of a rebellion of good men who genuinely like and care about people.
Marcelo hosted Montenegro for the last time, but he will continue to be available to us. And as lonely as before, radically alone among a sea of people who won’t forget him.
Consultant
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