 Oh salty sea, how much of your salt Are tears of Portugal! To get across you, how many mothers cried, How many sons prayed in vain! How many brides were never to marry In order to make you ours, oh sea! Was it worth it? Everything is worthy If the soul is not small. Who wants to go beyond Bojador, Must go beyond sufferance. God gave the sea peril and abyss, Yet upon it He also mirrored the sky. Fernando Pessoa  Praia do Senhor da Pedra, Miramar. - Portugal, June 2017 - |