Só esta liberdade nos concedem
Os deuses: submetermo-nos
Ao seu domínio por vontade nossa.
Mais vale assim fazermos
Porque só na ilusão da liberdade
… - Fernando Pessoa
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Só esta liberdade nos concedem Os deuses: submetermo-nos Ao seu domínio por vontade nossa. Mais vale assim fazermos Porque só na ilusão da liberdade A liberdade existe.
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.
Portrait adapted from
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Also Known As
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
Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada Teu exagera ou exclui. Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és No mínimo que fazes. Assim em cada lago a lua toda Brilha, porque alta vive.
To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you. Be whole in everything. Put all you are Into the smallest thing you do. So, in each lake the moon shines with splendor Because it blooms up above.
Was it worthwhile? Everything is worthwhile if the soul is not small.
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I'm certain, but my certainty is a lie. To be certain is to not be seeing. The day after tomorrow doesn't exist. This is what exists: A blue sky that's a bit hazy and some white clouds on the horizon, With a dark smudge underneath, as if they might turn black. This is what today is, And since for the time being today is everything, this is everything. I might be dead — who knows? — the day after tomorrow, In which case the storm that will strike the day after tomorrow Will be a different storm than it would be if I hadn't died. I realize that the storm doesn't fall from my eyes, But if I'm no longer in this world, the world will be different — There will be one person less — And the storm, falling in a different world, won't be the same storm. In any case, the storm that's going to fall will be the one falling when it falls.
