PORTUGUESE SEA - God wants, the man dreams, the work is born. God wanted that the land was the any of one, What the sea was joining, already it was not separating. It consecrated you, and you were solving the foam, And the withe border was of island in continent, It brightened up, running, even to the end of the world, And the whole land was seen, suddenly, To appear, round, of the deep blue thing. The one who consecrated you raised you portuguese... Of the sea and we in you it gave up us sign. The Sea was carried out, and the Empire vanished. Sir, lack Portugal is carried out! Fernando Pessoa, portuguese writer and poet