I dream I’m a knight who ventures forth Through deserts, hot days, and pitch-black nights. A defender of love, with all my might I seek the enchanted palace of Fortune!
But I’m already faint with weariness, My sword is broken, my armor smashed. . . And then I suddenly see it, flashing With pomp and lofty magnificence!
I bang on the doors and cry in distress: “I’m the Vagabond, the Dispossessed. Have pity and open up, golden doors!”
The golden doors open with a din. . . But sadly all I find within Is silence and darkness – nothing more!
By Antero de Quental one of my favorite Portuguese Poets
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