Para realizar um sonho é preciso esquecê-lo, distrair dele a atenção. Por isso realizar é não realizar. - Fernando Pessoa

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Para realizar um sonho é preciso esquecê-lo, distrair dele a atenção. Por isso realizar é não realizar.

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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 Álvaro de Campos Ricardo Reis Bernardo Soares
Native Name: Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Alternative Names: Fernando Antonio Nogueira Pessoa
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Hay metáforas más reales que las personas que pasan por la calle. Hay imágenes en los rincones de los libros que viven más nítidamente que muchos hombres y mujeres. Hay frases literarias que tienen una personalidad absolutamente humana. Hay fragmentos de párrafos míos que me hielan de pavor, de tal modo los siento claramente como seres humanos, tan bien perfilados contra las paredes de mi cuarto, por la noche, en la sombra. He escrito frases cuyo sonido -es imposible ocultar su sonido-, es absolutamente el de una cosa que ganó exterioridad absoluta y alma por completo.

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