Inside the coop where he’ll stay until he’s killed, the rooster sings anthems to liberty because he was given two roosts.
A more common thought than most thoughts Pessoa writes down, but I like the twist of "two roosts" rather than "a warm house" or something really useful. Not only is a second roost not useful, it's actually impossible to use! We trade something for nothing! Then again, to Pessoa, almost all somethings are nothing.
