Eunoia sent me a letter. I got it in the mail the other day. Before I opened it, I knew what she meant already. She started with her own name, She went on and on about lights and sounds and feelings and hallucinations, She told me she had eyes with three different colours, And hair that went down to her feet. And when I finally read what was in the envelope, I saw that she had signed her name wrong. Paranoia.
One shitty poem for you for giving me many nice ones today. I'm sorry, but I write prose better.
So, if you're an admirer of poetry in general, I think you should know this. I'm a defender of Fernando Pessoa and his heteronyms.
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If I could crack the dirt And feel its taste I would be happy for a moment... But I don't always want to be happy. Sometimes you need to be unhappy So that you can be natural...
Not everything are sunshine days, And the rain, when absent for too long, is asked for. That's why I take unhappiness with happiness, Naturally, as one that doesn't find it strange That there are mountains and prairies And that there are rocks and herbs...
What one needs is to be natural and calm, In either happiness or unhappiness, Feel like one that looks, Think like one that walks, And when one is about to die, remember that the day also dies, And that the sunset is beautiful and beautiful is the night that arrives... That's the way it is and that's the way it shall be...
Eunoia sent me a letter.
ReplyDeleteI got it in the mail the other day.
Before I opened it, I knew what she meant already.
She started with her own name,
She went on and on about lights and sounds and feelings and hallucinations,
She told me she had eyes with three different colours,
And hair that went down to her feet.
And when I finally read what was in the envelope,
I saw that she had signed her name wrong.
Paranoia.
One shitty poem for you for giving me many nice ones today. I'm sorry, but I write prose better.
So, if you're an admirer of poetry in general, I think you should know this. I'm a defender of Fernando Pessoa and his heteronyms.
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If I could crack the dirt
And feel its taste
I would be happy for a moment...
But I don't always want to be happy.
Sometimes you need to be unhappy
So that you can be natural...
Not everything are sunshine days,
And the rain, when absent for too long, is asked for.
That's why I take unhappiness with happiness,
Naturally, as one that doesn't find it strange
That there are mountains and prairies
And that there are rocks and herbs...
What one needs is to be natural and calm,
In either happiness or unhappiness,
Feel like one that looks,
Think like one that walks,
And when one is about to die, remember that the day also dies,
And that the sunset is beautiful and beautiful is the night that arrives...
That's the way it is and that's the way it shall be...
~~ Alberto Caeiro