O Descobridor - Cristina Branco

Tinha amor à terra que o mar lhe ocultava

Amor, como uma mulher ao ente que vai nascer

Assim ia cuidando e em sonhos se afundava

No alto da coberta, olhando a proa erguer

Pareceu-lhe que algo se mexia

Uma névoa ao longe a querer romper

Enquanto o barco, espumando, as águas dividia

De encontro à terra prestes a nascer

Ao descobri-la porém, soube-lhe a traição

Nada os unia.

Oculto no silêncio, nenhum cordão

De novo quis encobri-la mas era tarde de mais:

Nua jazia aos olhos do mundo.

Apenas lhe restava

Seguir curso tristemente, sem destino nem cais

E sem corrente — vazio de si no vazio dos mares

He had love for the land that the sea hid from him

Love, like a woman about to be born

So she was taking care and in dreams she sank

On the top of the deck, watching the bow raise

It seemed to him that something was moving

A fog in the distance wanting to break through

While the boat, foaming, the waters divided

From meeting the earth about to birth

Upon discovering her, however, I knew her betrayal

Nothing united them.

Hidden in silence, no cord

Again I wanted to cover it up but it was too late:

Naked she lay in the eyes of the world.

he only had

Follow its course sadly, without destination or pier

And without current — emptiness of itself in the void of the seas