Quotes from Alberto Caeiro

Digo de mim 'sou eu'. E não digo mais nada. Que mais há a dizer?

Si quieren que tenga un misticismo, está bien, lo tengo. Soy místico, mas solo con el cuerpo. Mi alma es pura y no piensa. Mi misticismo es no querer saber. Es vivir y no pensarlo

Há metafísica bastante em não pensar em nada.

Let's be simple and calm, Like brooks and trees, And God will love us by making Beautiful things like the trees and brooks for us, And give us greenness in his spring, And a river for us to go to when we end...

And he feels hurt when he hears about wars, And commerce, and the ships leaving Their smoke on the high seas. Because he knows all of this lacks the truth A flower has in its blooming And which moves with the sunlight Changing the hills and valleys

That lady has a piano. It's nice, but it's not the running of rivers Or the murmuring trees make .. Who needs a piano? It's better to have ears And love Nature.

I don't bother with rhyme. Rarely Are two trees the same, one beside the other. I think and write like flowers have color But with less perfection in my way of expressing myself Because I lack the divine simplicity Of wholly being only my exterior. I see and I'm moved, Moved the way water runs when the ground is sloping And what I write is as natural as the rising wind...

Rather the flight of the bird passing and leaving no trace Than creatures passing, leaving tracks on the ground. The bird goes by and forgets, which is as it should be. The creature, no longer there, and so, perfectly useless, Shows it was there -- also perfectly useless. Remembering betrays Nature, Because yesterday's Nature is not Nature. What's past is nothing and remembering is not seeing. Fly, bird fly away; teach me to disappear.

Sou um guardador de rebanhos O rebanho é os meus pensamentos E os meus pensamentos são todos sensações.

Sinto-me nascido a cada momento para a completa novidade do mundo...

But if God is the flowers and the trees And the hills and the sun and the moonlight, Then I believe in him, Then I believe in him all the time, And my whole life is an oration and a mass, And a communion with my eyes and through my ears.

The Tejo runs down from Spain And the Tejo goes into the sea in Portugal. Everybody knows that. But not many people know the river of my village And where it comes from And where it's going. And so, because it belongs to less people, The river of my village is freer and greater.

From my village I see as much in the Universe as you can see from earth. So my village is as big as any other land Because I'm the size of what I see, Not the size of my height.

A beleza é o nome de qualquer coisa que não existe Que eu dou às coisas em troca do agrado que me dão

One day when God fell asleep And the Holy Ghost went off flying, He got into a box of miracles and stole three. With the first he made it so that no one would know he had run away. With the second he made himself a human boy forever. With the third he created a Christ eternally crucified And left him nailed to the cross that there is in Heaven Where he's used as a model for other crosses. Then he ran away to the sun And came down on the first ray he caught.

He's taught me everything. He taught me how to look at things. He shows me everything there is in flowers. He shows me how stones are pleasing When you hold them in your hand And look at them for a while.

Ser poeta no es una ambición mía. Es mi manera de estar solo

Ai de ti e de todos que levam a vida A querer inventar a máquina de fazer felicidade!