FernandoPessoa(Portuguese: Fernando Pessoa, 13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935), born in Lisbon, was a Portuguese poet and writer. He was best known for his collection of poems, The Mission, and is considered the greatest Portuguese-language writer after Camões. "Pessoa is an amazing Portuguese poet who surpasses all Borges's works in fantasy creation. (American literary critic Harold Bloom, "Western Canon").
When all things are nothing
When everything is nothing, in the silence of the night, I miss you, in the silence, the noise is also silence.
And I, a lonely traveler, on a journey towards God.
Stop and think of you in vain.
In the past, you are an eternal moment, like the silence of all voices.
The loss of the past, you are my biggest loss, just like this noise.
In the silence of the night, all in vain, you should least be mine in vain, just as nothingness belongs to the silence of this night.
How many people I love, how many acquaintances I have, I have seen them die, or heard that they died.
I've seen so many people walk with me, and I don't know anything about some of them, who cares if it's a person, or a conversation, or a (......) who is leavingPeople who are so frightened that they can't speak, today, the world is a cemetery of night, under the indifferent moonlight, black or white tombstones are growing, everything and I are absurd silence, at this time I miss you.
The sun refines on your blonde hair**
The sun refines on your blonde hair**
You're dead. I'm alive.
And the world, and the dawn.
Love and beauty are inseparable*
Love and beauty are inseparable, nature makes everything appropriate, gives beauty to love, as the ultimate destiny, and at the same time makes beauty the background color of love.
Let the soul find fair friends, to love, but not to detach the mind from the body and, therefore, the union of husband and wife.
It's all about the truth of beauty.
I can love you, but only out of ridicule, mocking love and the ugliness of my appearance, so I sing for your beauty, but do not crave you.
Thank God that I am a self-aware man, and I will not be like a slave who covets the king's robe, and even if I get it, it will be extremely ill-fitting to wear it.
Don't, don't say anything!
Don't, don't say anything!
Hypothetical has been heard.
Your closed mouth.
Something to say.
Just listen to you. It's better than listening to what you have to say.
What you are, will not come.
The surface of words and time.
You are better than you.
Don't say anything: it's what you are!
* The beauty lies in.
See when you can't see it.
Day after day, life repeats itself every day
Day after day, life repeats itself every day
Lydia, what happened to us as we are, and the same happens.
We are not in the body.
Picked, the fruit withered;If you don't pick, the fruit falls.
We look for it, we look forward to it, we look forward to it, we don't want it.
It's all doomed. Today's luck does not change fate, fate in one way or another.
Despise us and be invincible.
Lydia, the fear of fate torments me
Lydia, the fear of fate torments me
Any one piece. The little things that have brought a new order to my life have frightened me, Lydia.
Anything, anything, that changes the straight track of my existence, even if it makes things better, I hate it, and I don't need it. May the gods.
Shi and my coherent life is as flat as a plain, and I can run to the end of the river.
Even though I never received honor or respect from others, for me life is just living, I live and live.
Chloe, I don't want you to love me
Chloe, I don't want you to love me, love is a bondage, love wants me to love the same. And I want freedom.
Anticipation is a debt of emotion.
Hey, Margaret
Hey, Margaret
If I gave you my life, what would you do with it?
I'll take off my earrings, marry a blind man, and move in Estella*.
But, Margaret, what would your mother say if I gave you my life?
She knows my heart best).
There are too many fools in the world, and you are one of them.
Margaret, what if I gave you my life and died for you?
I would have attended your funeral, but I felt so wrong to love without living.
Margaret, what if I gave you poetry in place of my life?
Don't come to this set, my dear, it's useless.
Our family doesn't believe this.
Translated by Yao Feng.