In me I lose you, nocturnal apparition,
In this forest of deception, in this absence,
In the grey fog of distance,
In the long hall of false doors.
From all nothing is done, and this nothing
Of a living body soon fills,
Like dream islands that float,
Misty, in memory renewed.
In me I lose you, I say, when the night
Comes over my mouth to place the seal
Of the enigma that, spoken, resuscitates
And envelops itself in smokes of secrecy.
In the twists and turns that shadow me
In the blind search of open eyes,
What is the wide door of the labyrinth,
Where the rays of sun, of certain steps?
In me I lose you, I insist, in me I escape you,
In me crystals are formed, are shattered,
But when my body breaks tired
In you I defeat me and saved, I find myself in you.
[ José Saramago, "Labirinto", Os poemas possíveis, 1966 ]
