Oh salted sea, how much of your salt
Are tears from Portugal!
For crossing you by, how many mothers have cried,
How many sons in vain have prayed!
How many brides unmarried remained
For you to be ours, oh sea!

Was it worthy? Everything's worthy
If the soul is not small.
He who wants to go beyond Bojador
Must go beyond pain.
God gave the sea danger and abyss,
But in it He mirrored the sky.

Fernando Pessoa, Message