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Alberto Caeiro
The river of my village doesn't make you think about anything.When you're at its bank you're only at its bank.
Alberto Caeiro
I don't always feel what I know I should feel.My thought crosses the river I swim very slowlyBecause the suit men made it wear weighs it down.
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
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
All the evil in the world comes from us bothering with each other,Wanting to do good, wanting to do evil.Our soul and the sky and the earth are enough for us.To want more is to lose this, and be unhappy.
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
If I die very young, hear this:I was never anything but a kid playing.I was a heathen like the sun and the water,I had the universal religion only people don't have.I was happy because I didn't ask for anything at all,Or tried to find anything,And I didn't find any more explanationThan the word explanation having no meaning at all.
Alberto Caeiro
Now I sense the perfume of flowers like seeing a new thing.I know they smell just as well as I know I existed.They're things known from the outside.But now I know with my breathing from the back of my head.
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
It's stranger than every strangenessAnd the dreams of all the poetsAnd the thoughts of all the philosophers,That things are really what they seem to beAnd there's nothing to understand.
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
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
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 I find a happiness in the fact of accepting
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
And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting
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
All beings exist and nothing elseAnd that's why they're called beings
Alberto Caeiro
I'm glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I've read.
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
Something changed in part of reality
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
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
I pass and I stay, like the Universe.
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
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 don't regret anything I was before because I still am.I only regret not having loved you.Put your hands in mineAnd let's be quiet, surrounded by life.
Alberto Caeiro
She's a manner of speaking.Even the flowers don't come back, or the green leaves.There are new flowers, new green leaves.There are other beautiful days.Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real.
Alberto Caeiro
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
Alberto Caeiro
Yes: I exist inside my body.I'm not carrying the sun and the moon in my pocket.I don't want to conquer worlds because I slept badly,And I don't want to eat the world for breakfast because I have a stomach.Indifferent?No: a son of the earth, who, if he jumps, it's wrong,A moment in the air that's not for us,And only happy when his feet hit the ground again,Pow! In reality where nothing's missing!(6/20/1919)
Alberto Caeiro
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
Alberto Caeiro
I don't know what understanding myself is. I don't look inside.I don't believe I exist behind myself.
Alberto Caeiro
Also at times, on the surface of streams,Water?bubbles formAnd grow and burstAnd have no meaning at allExcept that they're water?bubblesGrowing and bursting.
Alberto Caeiro
And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting
Alberto Caeiro
I'm one of my sensations.
Alberto Caeiro
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
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 I find a happiness in the fact of accepting
Alberto Caeiro
What does this think about that?Nothing thinks about anything.Does the earth have consciousness of its stones and plants?If it did, it would be people. . .Why am I worrying about this?If I think about these things,I'll stop seeing trees and plantsAnd stop seeing the EarthFor only seeing my thoughts...I'll get unhappy and stay in the dark.And so, without thinking, I have the Earth and the Sky.
Alberto Caeiro
Everything's different from us. That's why everything exists.
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 could take a bite of the whole worldAnd feel it on my palateI'd be more happy for a minute or so...But I don't always want to be happy.Sometimes you have to beUnhappy to be natural...Not every day is sunny.When there's been no rain for a while, you pray for it to come.So I take unhappiness with happinessNaturally, like someone who doesn't find it strangeThat there are mountains and plainsAnd that there are cliffs and grass...What you need is to be natural and calmIn happiness and in unhappiness,To feel like someone seeing,To think like someone walking,And when it's time to die, remember the day dies,And the sunset is beautiful, and the endless night is beautiful...That's how it is and that's how it should be...
Alberto Caeiro
To love is to think.And I almost forget to feel only from thinking about her.I don't know what I want at all, even from her, and I don't think about anything but her.I have a great animated distraction.When I want to meet her,I almost feel like not meeting her,So I don't have to leave her afterwards.And I prefer thinking about her, because it's like I'm afraid of her.I don't know what I want at all, and I don't want to know what I want. All I want to do is think about her.I'm asking nothing of nobody, not even her, except to think.
Alberto Caeiro
Something changed in part of reality
Alberto Caeiro
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
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
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
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
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
Things don't have significance: they only have existence.Things are the only hidden meaning of things.
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
Something changed in part of reality
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
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
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
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
What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.
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
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
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
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
Something changed in part of reality
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
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.
Álvaro de Campos
When I'm depressed, I read Caeiro
Álvaro de Campos
When I'm depressed, I read Caeiro
Álvaro de Campos
When I'm depressed, I read Caeiro
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
The Amorous Shepherd is a fruitless interlude, but those few poems are among the world's greatest love poems, because they're love poems about love, not about being poems. The poet loves because he loves, not because love exists.
Álvaro de Campos
When I'm depressed, I read Caeiro
Álvaro de Campos
When I'm depressed, I read Caeiro
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
Baruch Spinoza
whatsoever is, is in God, and without God nothing can be, or be conceived
Criss Jami
Science is knowledge meeting humility meeting curiosity: ever-evolving, always learning. Atheism is often but knowledge meeting arrogance: a masquerade under the wing of the beauty of science. Religion is infamously a weight under the one wing; then under the other is atheism, the championed masquerade.
Criss Jami
I'm always talking to God about whether or not he exists - that's how I know I'm a theist.
Dag Hammarskjöld
When the sense of the earth unites with the sense of one's body, one becomes earth of the earth, a plant among plants, an animal born from the soil and fertilizing it. In this union, the body is confirmed in its pantheism.
Daniel C. Dennett
Is this Tree of Life a God one could worship? Pray to? Fear? Probably not. But it did make the ivy twine and the sky so blue, so perhaps the song I love tells a truth after all. The Tree of Life is neither perfect nor infinite in space or time, but it is actual, and if it is not Anselm's Being greater than which nothing can be conceived, it is surely a being that is greater than anything any of us will ever conceive of in detail worthy of its detail. Is something sacred? Yes, say I with Nietzsche. I could not pray to it, but I can stand in affirmation of its magnificence. This world is sacred.
Sunday Adelaja
If the weeds are removed and there is nothing planted, it is the weeds that will keep growing.
William Blake
The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked them how they dared so roundly to assert, that God spoke to them; and whether they did not think at the time, that they would be misunderstood, & so be the cause of imposition.Isaiah answer'd, I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then persuaded, & remain confirm'd; that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote.