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Alberto Caeiro
I saw that there is no Nature,That Nature doesn't exist,That there are hills, valleys, plains,That there are trees, flowers, weeds,That there are rivers and stones,But there is not a whole these belong to,That a real and true wholenessIs a sickness of our ideas.
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?
Alberto Caeiro
I'm one of my sensations.
Alberto Caeiro
And since today's all there is for now, that's everything.Who knows if I'll be dead the day after tomorrow?If I'm dead the day after tomorrow, the thunderstorm day after tomorrowWill be another thunderstorm than if I hadn't died.Of course I know thunderstorms don't fall because I see them,But if I weren't in the world,The world would be different
Alberto Caeiro
And since today's all there is for now, that's everything.Who knows if I'll be dead the day after tomorrow?If I'm dead the day after tomorrow, the thunderstorm day after tomorrowWill be another thunderstorm than if I hadn't died.Of course I know thunderstorms don't fall because I see them,But if I weren't in the world,The world would be different
Alberto Caeiro
Even so, I'm somebody.I'm the Discoverer of Nature.I'm the Argonaut of true sensations.I bring a new Universe to the UniverseBecause I bring the Universe to itself.
Alberto Caeiro
I'm in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren't, either.Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.If where I want to go is far away, I'm not there in an instant.(6/20/1919)
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
The amorous shepherd has lost his staff,And his sheep are straying on the hillside,And he didn't even play the flute he brought to play because he was thinking so much.No one came to him or went away. He never found his staff again.Others, cursing at him, gathered his sheep for him.No one had loved him, in the end.When he got up from the hillside and the false truth, he saw everything:The great valleys full of the same green as always,The great distant mountains, more real than any feeling,All reality, with the sky and the air and the fields that exist, is present.(And once again the air, that he'd missed for so long, entered coolly into his lungs)And he felt that the air was opening again, but with pain, a liberty in his chest.(7/10/1930)
Alberto Caeiro
Praise be to God I'm not good,And have the natural egotism of flowersAnd rivers following their bedPreoccupied without knowing itOnly with blooming and flowing.This is the only mission in the World,This
Alberto Caeiro
And since today's all there is for now, that's everything.Who knows if I'll be dead the day after tomorrow?If I'm dead the day after tomorrow, the thunderstorm day after tomorrowWill be another thunderstorm than if I hadn't died.Of course I know thunderstorms don't fall because I see them,But if I weren't in the world,The world would be different
Alberto Caeiro
If I talk about her like she's a beingIt's because talking about her I need to use the language of menWhich gives personality to things,And imposes a name on things.
Alberto Caeiro
Night doesn't fall for my eyesBut my idea of the night is that it falls for my eyes.Beyond my thinking and having any thoughtsThe night falls concretelyAnd the shining of stars exists like it had weight.
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.
Alberto Caeiro
Praise be to God I'm not good,And have the natural egotism of flowersAnd rivers following their bedPreoccupied without knowing itOnly with blooming and flowing.This is the only mission in the World,This
Alberto Caeiro
It's an already inside outside,The philosophers say it's the soulBut it's not the soul: it's the animal or the man itselfIn its way of existing.
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
A row of trees far away, there on the hillside.But what is it, a row of trees? It's just trees.Row and the plural trees aren't things, they're names.
Alberto Caeiro
Praise be to God I'm not good,And have the natural egotism of flowersAnd rivers following their bedPreoccupied without knowing itOnly with blooming and flowing.This is the only mission in the World,This
Alberto Caeiro
A stagecoach passed by on the road and went on;And the road didn't become more beautiful or even more ugly.That's human action on the outside world.We take nothing away and we put nothing back, we pass by and we forget;And the sun is always punctual every day.(5/7/14)
Alberto Caeiro
Things don't have significance: they only have existence.Things are the only hidden meaning of things.
Alberto Caeiro
I was born subject like others to errors and defects,But never to the error of wanting to understand too much,Never to the error of wanting to understand only with the intellect..Never to the defect of demanding of the WorldThat it be anything that's not the World.
Alberto Caeiro
If I knew I was going to die tomorrow,And Spring came the day after tomorrow,I would die peacefully, because it came the day after tomorrow.If that's its time, when else should it come?I like it that everything is real and everything is right;And I like that it would be like this even if I didn't like it.And so, if I die now, I die peacefullyBecause everything is real and everything is right.
Alberto Caeiro
Praise be to God I'm not good,And have the natural egotism of flowersAnd rivers following their bedPreoccupied without knowing itOnly with blooming and flowing.This is the only mission in the World,This
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
He should be happy because he can think about the unhappiness of others!He's stupid if he doesn't know other people's unhappiness is theirs,And isn't cured from the outside,Because suffering isn't like running out of ink,Or a trunk not having iron bands!There being injustice is like there being death.
Alberto Caeiro
And since today's all there is for now, that's everything.Who knows if I'll be dead the day after tomorrow?If I'm dead the day after tomorrow, the thunderstorm day after tomorrowWill be another thunderstorm than if I hadn't died.Of course I know thunderstorms don't fall because I see them,But if I weren't in the world,The world would be different
Alberto Caeiro
There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you?But I suddenly come from far away. I was sick for a moment.No wind whatsoever brought you now.Now you're here.What you were isn't you, or else the whole rose would be here.
Alberto Caeiro
A kid thinking about fairy tales and believing in fairy talesActs like a sick god, but like a god.Because even though he affirms that what doesn't exist exists,He knows things exist, that he exists,He knows existing exists and doesn't explain itself,And he knows there's no reason at all for anything to exist.He knows being is the point.All he doesn't know is that thought isn't the point.(10/1/1917)
Alberto Caeiro
And since today's all there is for now, that's everything.Who knows if I'll be dead the day after tomorrow?If I'm dead the day after tomorrow, the thunderstorm day after tomorrowWill be another thunderstorm than if I hadn't died.Of course I know thunderstorms don't fall because I see them,But if I weren't in the world,The world would be different
Alberto Caeiro
I'm glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I've read.
Alberto Caeiro
I think about this, not like someone thinking, but like someone breathing,And I look at flowers and I smile...I don't know if they understand meOr if I understand them,But I know the truth is in them and in meAnd in our common divinityOf letting ourselves go and live on the EarthAnd carrying us in our arms through the contented SeasonsAnd letting the wind sing us to sleepAnd not have dreams in our sleep.
Alberto Caeiro
Accept the universeAs the gods gave it to you.If the gods wanted to give you something elseThey'd have done it.If there are other matters and other worldsThere are.
Alberto Caeiro
And since today's all there is for now, that's everything.Who knows if I'll be dead the day after tomorrow?If I'm dead the day after tomorrow, the thunderstorm day after tomorrowWill be another thunderstorm than if I hadn't died.Of course I know thunderstorms don't fall because I see them,But if I weren't in the world,The world would be different
Álvaro de Campos
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow, answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real
Álvaro de Campos
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow, answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real
Álvaro de Campos
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow, answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real
Álvaro de Campos
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow, answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real
Álvaro de Campos
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow, answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real
Álvaro de Campos
It's the poet we love in Caeiro, not the philosopher. What we really get from these poems is a childlike sense of life, with all the direct materiality of the child's mind, and all the vital spirituality of hope and increase that exist in the body and soul of nescient childhood. Caeiro's work is a dawn that wakes us up and quickens us; a more that material, more than anti-spiritual dawn. It's an abstract effect, pure vacuum, nothingness.