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Fernando Pessoa

We create what we don’t haveBecause we’re sorry it’s missing,And whatever we long to seeIs what we end up seeing. — Fernando Pessoa, from “[The beautiful, wondrous fable],” 9 June 1934, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems, ed. & trans. Richard Zenith (Penguin Classics, 2006)

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Fernando Pessoa

Lightly, lightly, very lightly,A wind passes very lightlyAnd goes away, always very lightly.And I don’t know what I thinkAnd I don’t want to know. — Fernando Pessoa, “The Keeper of the Flocks XIII,” The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro. (Shearsman Books October 1, 2007)  Originally published September 20th 1957.

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Fernando Pessoa

Lightly, lightly, very lightly,A wind passes very lightlyAnd goes away, always very lightly.And I don’t know what I thinkAnd I don’t want to know. — Fernando Pessoa,“The Keeper of the Flocks XIII,” The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro, Fernando Pessoa. (Shearsman Books October 1, 2007)  Originally published September 20th 1957.

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Fernando Pessoa

Cat who play on the streetAs if you were in bed,I envy your fateBecause I can´t even call it that. Good servant of fatal lawsThat rule over rocks and people,You have general instinctsAnd your only feelings are what you feel. You are happy because you´re like that,All the nothing you are is yoursI see myself… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa

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Fernando Pessoa

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd: The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa

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