Oh, the continual drunken diversity of flights and departures!
Eternal soul of navigators and their navigations! - Fernando Pessoa
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Oh, the continual drunken diversity of flights and departures! Eternal soul of navigators and their navigations!
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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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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
من سيقرأ أشعاري؟ صوب أية أَيْد ستتجه؟ زهرة أنا قطفوني من أجل متعة الأعين شجرة نزعوا ثمارها للأفواه نهر أنا و قَدَرُ مياهي أن تفارقني، مقهور، و مع ذلك، تقريباً، مسرور كَمَنْ أضجرتهُ ديمومة حزنه.
PROCRASTINATION
The day after tomorrow, yes, only the day after tomorrow ... Tomorrow I'll start thinking about the day after tomorrow, Maybe I could do it then; but not today ... No, nothing today; today I can't. The confused persistence of my objective subjectivity, The sleep of my real life, intercalated, Anticipated, infinite weariness — I'm worlds too weary to catch a trolley — That kind of soul ... Only the day after tomorrow ... Today I want to prepare, I want to prepare myself for tomorrow, when I'll think about the next day ... That'd be decisive. I've already got the plans sketched out, but no, today I'm not making any plans ... Tomorrow's the day for plans. Tomorrow I'll sit down at my desk to conquer the world; But I'll only conquer the world the day after tomorrow ... I feel like crying, I suddenly feel like crying a lot, inside ... That's all you're getting today, it's a secret, I'm not talking. Only the day after tomorrow ... When I was a kid the Sunday circus diverted me every week. Today all that diverts me is the Sunday circus from all the weeks of my childhood ... The day after tomorrow I'll be someone else, My life will triumph, All my real qualities — intelligent, well-read, practical — Will be gathered together in a public notice ... But the public notice will go up tomorrow ... Today I want to sleep, I'll make a fair copy tomorrow ... For today, what show will repeat my childhood to me? Even if I buy tickets tomorrow, The show would still really be the day after tomorrow ... Not before ... The day after tomorrow I'll have the public pose I will have practiced tomorrow. The day after tomorrow I'll finally be what I could never be today. Only the day after tomorrow ... I'm sleepy as a stray dog's chill. I'm really sleepy. Tomorrow I'll tell you everything, or the day after tomorrow ... Yes, maybe only the day after tomorrow ... By and by ... Yes, the old by and by ...
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