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mn synqdhny mn lwjwd? lys lmwt m 'ryd, wl lHy@: bl dhlk lshy lakhr ldhy ysT` `mq lqlq mthl ms@ mHtml@ fy jwf mGr@ l ymkn lhbwT lyh
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Triste de quem e feliz ! Vive porque a vida dura. Nada na alma lhe diz Mais que a licao da raiz Ter por vida a sepultura.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Ht~ 'n lHlm dwm, t'tyn~ b`D llHZt lt~ yhrb lHlm mn~ fyh; Hyny'dh tbdw l'shy wDH@ blnsb@ l~, fynzH Dbb m yHyT b~. wkl lntwt lmry'y@ tjrH bHd@ jld rwH~. kl lqswt lmry'y@ tw'dh~ m bdkhl~ mn qswt.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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The cause of my profound sense of incompatibility with others is, I believe, that most people think with their feelings, whereas I feel with my thoughts. For the ordinary man, to feel is to live, and to think is to know how to live. For me, to think is to live, and to feel is merely food for thought.
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thought
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sll@ lnhy@ 'ntmy ly jyl wrth lrtyb tjh lymn " lmsyHy " khlq fy dhth lkfr bkl 'nw` lymn . abw'n mzlw ymtlkwn lb`th lymny ldhy nqlwh mn lmsyHy@ l~ 'shkl 'khr~ mn lwhm , b`Dhm kn mn lmtHmsyn llmsw@ ljtm`y@ , b`D mnhm qtSr `l~ `shq ljml ldhth , b`D akhr 'wd` ymnh fy l`lm wmnf`h , wthm@ akhrwn , 'kthr msyHy@ , mDw ybHthwn fy mshrq l'rD wmGrbh `n 'shkl tdyny@ 'khr~ ltlhy@ lw`y ldhy syGdw mjwf bdwnh fy tjrb@ l`ysh lkhlS , hdh klh fqdnh nHn, wmn k..
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Nao aspiro a nada. Doi-me a vida. Estou mal onde estou e ja mal onde penso em poder estar.
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life-and-living
lack-of-motivation
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Fernando Pessoa |
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To have touched the feet of Christ is no excuse for mistakes in punctuation. If a man writes well only when he's drunk, then I'll tell him: Get drunk. And if he says that it's bad for his liver, I'll answer: What's your liver? A dead thing that lives while you live, whereas the poems you write live without while.
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poetry
writing
motivation
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Ao toque adormecido da morfina Perco-me em transparencias latejantes
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pessoa
poesía
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Fernando Pessoa |
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hkdh 'ktb, bshkl jyd 'w rdy, mSyban fym ys`~ lyh qwly 'w mkhTy'an, 't`thr hn, 'nhD hnk, mwSlan Tryqy, Tryq '`m~ `nyd.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour.. ...On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden...
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Fernando Pessoa |
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There are moments, such as the one that oppresses me now, when I feel my own self far more than I feel external things, and everything transforms into a night of rain and mud where, lost in the solitude of an out-of-the-way station, I wait interminably for the next third-class train.
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solitude
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Like every dreamer, I've always felt that my calling was to create. Since I've never been able to make an effort or carry out an intention, creation for me has always meant dreaming, wanting or desiring, and action has meant desiring of the acts I wish I could perform.
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dreaming
effort
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Fernando Pessoa |
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All that I've done, thought or been is a series of submissions, either to a false self that I assumed belonged to me because I expressed myself through it to the outside, or to a weight of circumstances that I supposed was the air I breathed. In this moment of seeing, I suddenly find myself isolated, an exile where I'd always thought I was a citizen. At the heart of my thoughts I wasn't I.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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The abstract intelligence produces a fatigue that's the worst of all fatigues. It doesn't weigh on us like bodily fatigue, nor disconcert like the fatigue of emotional experience. It's the weight of our consciousness of the world, a shortness of breath in our soul.
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intelligence
pessoa
the-book-of-disquiet
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Fernando Pessoa |
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O resto e a vida que nos deixa, a chama que morre no nosso olhar, a purpura gasta antes de a vestirmos, a lua que vela o nosso abandono, as estrelas que estendem o seu silencio sobre a nossa hora de desengano. Assidua a magoa esteril e amiga que nos aperta o peito com amor. (Meu destino e a decadencia)
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Let's develop theories patiently and honestly thinking them out, in order to promptly act against them - acting and justifying our actions with new theories that condemn them. Let's cut a path in life then go immediately against that path. Let's adopt all the poses and gestures of something we aren't and don't even wish to be, and don't even wish to taken for being.
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theories
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Fernando Pessoa |
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We never know self-realization. We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Only poets and philosophers see the world as it really is, for only to them is it given to live without illusions. To see clearly is to not act.
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poets
truth
philosophers
illusions
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Fernando Pessoa |
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The existence of laws for the association of ideas, as for all intellectual operations, insults our native indiscipline.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Ricordo bene il suo sguardo. Attraversa ancora la mia anima Come una scia di fuoco nella notte.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Pertenco a um genero de portugueses Que depois de estar a India descoberta
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pessoa
poesía
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Beauty is the name of something that doesn't exist
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I'm riding a tram and, as is my habit, slowly absorbing every detail of the people around me. By 'detail' I mean things, voices, words. In the dress of the girl directly in front of me, for example, I see the material it's made of, the work involved in making it - since it's a dress and not just material - and I see in the delicate embroidery around the neck the silk thread with which it was embroidered and all the work that went into that...
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life
material-goods
observance
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Fernando Pessoa |
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May I at least carry, to the boundless possibility contained in the abyss of everything, the glory of my disillusion like that of a great dream, and the splendor of not believing like a banner of defeat; a banner in feeble hands, but still and all a banner, dragged through mud and the blood of the weak but raised high for who knows what reason - whether in defiance, or as a challenge, or in mere desperation - as we vanish into quicksand. No..
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Between your body and my desire for it Stretches the chasm of you being conscious. If only I could love and possess you Without you existing or being there!
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I don't complain about the horror of life; I complain about the horror of my life. The only fact I worry about is that I exist and suffer and can't even dream of being removed from my feeling of suffering.
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suffering
worry
existentialism
horror
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Fernando Pessoa |
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And with a relentlessness that comes from the world's depths, with a persistence that strikes the keys metaphysically, the scales of a piano student keep playing over and over, up and down the physical backbone of my memory. It's the old streets with other people, the same streets that today are different; it's dead people speaking to me through the transparency of their absence; it's remorse for what I did or didn't do; it's the rippling o..
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hypersensitivity
no-skin
despair
soul
memory
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I'm nobody, nobody. I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I've even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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ryH khfyf@ jdan thbWu thm tamrWu, dy'man khfyf@ jdan w 'n l '`rf fym 'fkr w l 's`~ l~ 'n '`rf.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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'n n`rf mn nHn lys sh'nn nHn, l'n m nfkrh wm nHsh hw dy'man trjm@ m, m nrydh lm ykn mwD` rGbtn. 'n '`rf hdh klh fy kl dqyq@, 'n 'Hs hdh klh fy kl Hss, 'ln ykwn m`nh 'n 'kwn 'jnbyan dkhl rwHy dhth, mnfyan fy 'Hsysy lkhS@?
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Swthu kn mbHwHanw mrtjfan, hw Swt 'wly'k ldhyn l ytwq`wn shyy' l'nhu mn Gyr lmjdy twq` shy
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Fernando Pessoa |
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If this be to have sense, if to be awake Be but to see this bright, great sleep of things,
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I go forward slowly, dead, and my vision is no longer mine, it's nothing: it's only the vision of the human animal who, without wanting, inherited Greek culture, Roman order, Christian morality, and all the other illusions that constitute the civilization in which I feel. Where can the living be?
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I don't even suffer. My disdain for everything is so complete that I even disdain myself. The contempt I have for the sufferings of others I also have for my own. And so all my suffering is crushed under the foot of my disdain.
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suffering
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Fernando Pessoa |
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What matters is to be natural and calm In happiness and in unhappiness, To feel as if feeling were seeing, To think as if thinking were walking, And to remember, when death comes, that each day dies, And the sunset is beautiful, and so is the night that remains . . . That's how it is and how I want it to be . . .
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Fernando Pessoa |
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lw 'kwn mDbwTan tmman mthl al@! lw 'mDy Zfran `br lHy@
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Fernando Pessoa |
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The moon is high up in the sky and it's spring. I think of you and within myself I'm complete. A light breeze comes to me from across the hazy fields. I think of you and whisper your name. I'm not I: I'm happy.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Ser novo e nao ser velho. Ser velho e ter opinioes. Ser novo e nao querer saber de opinioes para nada.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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I feel love for all this, perhaps because I have nothing else to love ... even though nothing truly merits the love of any soul, if, out of sentiment, we must give it, I might as well lavish it on the smallness of an inkwell as on the grand indifference of the stars.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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One needs a certain intellectual courage to recognize unflinchingly that one is no more than a scrap of humanity, a living abortion, a madman not yet crazy enough to be locked up; but, having recognized that, one needs even more spiritual courage to adapt oneself perfectly to one's destiny, to accept without rebellion, without resignation, without a single gesture or attempt at a gesture of protest, the elemental curse nature has laid upon ..
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Fernando Pessoa |
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And suddenly, from behind me, I hear the metaphysically abrupt arrival of the office boy. I feel like I could kill him for barging in on what I wasn't thinking. I turn around and look at him with a silence full of hatred, tense with latent homicide, my mind already hearing the voice he'll use to tell me something or other. He smiles from the other side of the room and says 'Good afternoon' in a loud voice. I hate him like the universe. My e..
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silence
interruption
misanthropy
introvert
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Amar e a eterna inocencia, E a unica inocencia nao pensar...
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Todo o mal do mundo vem de nos importarmos uns com os outros, Quer para fazer bem, quer para fazer mal.
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, it seeps into us with every experience of the flesh and of life and, like the web of a great Spider, binds us subtly to what is near, ensnares us in a fragile cradle of slow death, where we lie rocking in the wind.
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