“Your fearfulness preceding us, O Sea,
Was lodged in coral, shores, and masts.
Once of night and fog, of bygone
Tempests and the mystery, unveiled,
Distance flowered, and the sideral South
Sparkled on initiated galleons.
That far-off rigid coastline
When the ship approaches, the shore now rises
With the trees, where the distance offered nothing;
Closer, land breaks into sounds and colors;
As we disembark, come birds and flowers,
Where before was but a far-off abstract line.
To dream is to see from some vague distance
Shapes invisible, then with the quickened
Motion of one’s hope and will,
To seek upon the cold horizon
Tree and beach, flower, bird, and fountain –
Those kisses Truth awards.”
Message, Fernando Pessoa