144 years since the declaration of Sofia as the capital of Bulgaria

You are a city dedicated to holy wisdom and you are a city entrusted to Christ. Your root is lost in deep antiquity. You are a bridge between yesterday and tomorrow. You are also called Sredets. Not an environment, but a focus of culture, of faith and consciousness. You're broken to the core, burned and... nothing. There you are again. Risen for us. My Rome! An emperor told you. You were known as Serdika. Living springs flow forth, more precious than gold and they make you forever young. Triple fortress. You were once a triad. A city outlined by three mountains. Your spirit was born in them, in the granite rocks, seek new heights for you. You grow, you don't age. Younger and more handsome. You are a city at the same time. And dream. It becomes the mortal stone. You stay alive again. You are like sin. Handsome and desirable. My Sofia! I will tell you so. I don't have to be great. You are my home. And a fortress. For weekdays and holidays. You are eternity and I am your moment.