The fundamental error of Romanticism is to confuse what we need with what we desire. We all need certain basic things for life's preservation and con… - Fernando Pessoa
" "The fundamental error of Romanticism is to confuse what we need with what we desire. We all need certain basic things for life's preservation and continuance; we all desire a more perfect life, complete happiness, the fulfilment of our dreams and .....
It's human to want what we need, and it's human to desire what we don't need but find desirable. Sickness occurs when we desire what we need and what's desirable with equal intensity, suffering our lack of perfection as if we were suffering for lack of bread. The Romantic malady is to want the moon as if it could actually be obtained.
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About Fernando Pessoa
Fernando Pessoa (13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935) was a Portuguese poet and writer, most of whose work was published posthumously. He wrote frequently under heteronyms, alter egos with developed personalities, biographies, jobs, habits, attitudes, addresses, etc., who sometimes quoted and interacted with each other and other people.
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Pen Names:
Alberto Caeiro
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Álvaro de Campos
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Ricardo Reis
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Bernardo Soares
Native Name:
Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Alternative Names:
Fernando Antonio Nogueira Pessoa
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Sem a loucura que é o homem
Mais que a besta sadia,
Cadáver adiado que procria?
O sonho é ver as formas invisíveis
Da distância imprecisa, e, com sensíveis
Movimentos da esp'rança e da vontade,
Buscar na linha fria do horizonte
A árvore, a praia, a flor, a ave, a fonte -
Os beijos merecidos da Verdade.
(...) Tudo vale a pena
Se a alma não é pequena.
Quem quere passar além do Bojador
Tem que passar além da dor.
Triste de quem é feliz!
Vive porque a vida dura.
Nada na alma lhe diz
Mais que a lição da raiz -
Ter por vida a sepultura.
Ser descontente é ser homem.
Tenho meus olhos quentes de água.
'Screvo meu livro à beira-mágoa.
Quando, meu Sonho e meu Senhor?
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