“
If I knew I was going to die tomorrow,
— Alberto Caeiro
If I knew I was going to die tomorrow,
And since today’s all there is for now, that’s everything.
To love is to think.
What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.
If science wants to be truthful,
Pensar incomoda como andar à chuva
It’s stranger than every strangeness
The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.
Live, you say, in the present;
I think about this, not like someone thinking, but like someone breathing,
She’s a manner of speaking.
I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either.
Accept the universe
I pass and I stay, like the Universe.
I don’t always feel what I know I should feel.
I'm one of my sensations.
A stagecoach passed by on the road and went on;
He should be happy because he can think about the unhappiness of others!
Also at times, on the surface of streams,
There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you?
I saw that there is no Nature,
He should be happy because he can think about the unhappiness of others!
If I knew I was going to die tomorrow,
If I could take a bite of the whole world
Live, you say, in the present;
I’m glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I’ve read.
