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Words

They are like a crystal,
words.
Some a dagger,
some a blaze.
Others,
merely dew.

Secret they come, full of memory.
Insecurely they sail:
cockleboats or kisses,
the waters trembling.

Abandoned, innocent,
weightless.
They are woven of light.
They are the night.
And even pallid
they recall green paradise.

Who hears them? Who
gathers them, thus,
cruel, shapeless,
in their pure shells? 

  "To be a poet is to be taller, to be bigger
Than average men! It is to bite as if you’re kissing!
It is to give alms, although you are a beggar,
Like the king of a realm where only pain is missing!"

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  "I dream I am the chosen Poet,
 Who knows all there is to know on Earth,
 The one whose inspiration’s pure and perfect,
And captures infinity in a verse!

You can see more about her here http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/florbela_espanca2.htm

I never get tired to read Fernando Pessoa   This is simply beautiful !

Ricardo Reis

(Desde que sinta a brisa fresca no meu cabelo

E ver o sol brilhar forte nas folhas

Não irei pedir por mais.

Que melhor coisa podia o destino dar-me?

Que a passagem sensual da vida em momentos

De ignorancia como este?)

As long as I feel the full breeze in my hair

And see the sun shining bright on the leaves,

I will not ask for more.

What better thing could destiny give me

Than the sensual passing of life in moments

Of ignorance like this?

– Ricardo Reis

Álvaro de Campos

Não sou nada.

Nunca serei nada.

Não posso querer ser nada.

À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.

(I'm nothing.

I'll always be nothing.

I can't want to be anything.

Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.)

         – Álvaro de Campos

Alberto Caeiro

(Não tenho ambições nem desejos,

Ser poeta não é a minha ambição,

É apenas a minha maneira de estar só)

I have no ambitions and no desires.

To be a poet is not my ambition,

It's my way of being alone.

– Alberto Caeiro: 'The Keeper of Sheep'

Alberto Caeiro is Pessoa's first great heteronym.

Fernando Pessoa-himself

The poet is a faker

Who's so good at his act

He even fakes the pain

Of pain he feels in fact

– Fernando Pessoa-himself: Autopsychography

This is a good Site to see about Him

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Pessoa#Fernando_Pessoa-himself

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