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Série Pessoa - Ricardo Reis

Ricardo Reis, 14-02-1933

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Série Pessoa - Bernardo Soares

"Inacabado", Isabel Castillo

(óleo sobre tela)

"Pasmo sempre quando acabo qualquer coisa. Pasmo e desolo-me. O meu instinto de perfeição deveria inibir-me de acabar; deveria inibir-me até de dar começo. Mas distraio-me e faço. O que consigo é um produto, em mim, não de uma aplicação de vontade, mas de uma cedência dela. Começo porque não tenho força para pensar; acabo porque não tenho alma para suspender. Este livro é a minha cobardia."

Bernardo Soares, O Livro do Desassossego, trecho 152.

Com estas palavras de Bernardo Soares, dou início àquela a que decidi chamar a "Série Pessoa", que integrará alguns dos meus (muitos) trechos preferidos da obra de Fernando Pessoa e seus heterónimos. Pessoa é sempre um bom ponto de partida para momentos de reflexão e introspecção, portanto...

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For my sister...

Orchestral Suite No.3, BWV.1068　（J.S.Bach)

How's this for cult?


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The Raven

"The Raven", by Edgar Allan Poe, as seen on The Simpson's Halloween special.


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Where is the love?

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Bareavement poem

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)

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How to save a life

Step one - you say "we need to talk"
He walks, you say "sit down, it's just a talk"
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
'Cause, after all, you do know best.
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence.
Lay down a list of what is wrong,
The things you've told him all along,
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice:
Drive until you lose the road,
Or break with the ones you've followed.
He will do one of two things:
He will admit to everything,
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life


The Fray


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Hard Times

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."

Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

Acho que hoje em dia se trata do oposto... vivemos em tempos em que o superlativo já não faz sentido, porque tudo é relativo, tudo é moderado...

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As fontes

Um dia quebrarei todas as pontes
Que ligam o meu ser vivo e total,
À agitação do mundo irreal,
E calma subirei até às fontes.

Irei até às fontes onde mora
A plenitude, o límpido esplendor
Que me foi prometido em cada hora,
E na face incompleta do amor.

Irei beber a luz e o amanhecer
Irei beber a voz dessa promessa
Que às vezes como um voo me atravessa,
E nela cumprirei todo o meu ser.


Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

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