Alberto Caeiro Quotes
Pensar incomoda como andar à chuvaQuando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais.
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.
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.
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.
All beings exist and nothing elseAnd that’s why they’re called beings
Things don’t have significance: they only have existence.Things are the only hidden meaning of things.
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.
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.
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.
The river of my village doesn’t make you think about anything.When you’re at its bank you’re only at its bank.
If they want me to have mysticism, okay, I’ve got it.I’m a mystic, but only in my body, My soul is simple and doesn’t think.
Yes, this is what my senses alone have learned:—Things don’t have significance: they only have existence.Things are the only hidden meaning of things.
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.
That lady has a piano.It’s nice, but it’s not the running of riversOr the murmuring trees make ..Who needs a piano?It’s better to have earsAnd love Nature.
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.
The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?
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.
Other times when I hear the wind blowI feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
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.
I love flowers for being flowers, directly.And I love trees for being trees without my thought.
On a whitely cloudy day I get sad, almost afraid, And I begin to meditate about problems I make up.
I’d like to have enough time and quietTo think about absolutely nothing, To not ever feel myself living, To only know myself in others’ eyes, reflected.
I don’t know what understanding myself is. I don’t look inside.I don’t believe I exist behind myself.
And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting —In the sublimely scientific and difficult fact of accepting the inevitable natural.
Everything’s different from us. That’s why everything exists.
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)
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.
I’m glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I’ve read.
What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.
