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Eugénio de AndradeThis is how I want the poem to be:
trembling with light, coarse with earth,
murmuring with waters and with wind. --------------<<<>>>--------------Words

They are like a crystal,
words.
Some a dagger,
some a blaze.
Others,
merely dew.

Secret they come, full of memory.
Insecurely they sail:
cockleboats or kisses,
the waters trembling.

Abandoned, innocent,
weightless.
They are woven of light.
They are the night.
And even pallid
they recall green paradise.

Who hears them? Who
gathers them, thus,
cruel, shapeless,
in their pure shells?

Florbela EspancaJust little pieces of her beautiful work. "To be a poet is to be taller, to be bigger
Than average men! It is to bite as if you’re kissing!
It is to give alms, although you are a beggar,
Like the king of a realm where only pain is missing!" ---------------------->>><<<----------------------------- "I dream I am the chosen Poet,
Who knows all there is to know on Earth,
The one whose inspiration’s pure and perfect,
And captures infinity in a verse!

I dream a verse of mine has all the brightness
To light the whole world! And it will please
Even those who long and die of sadness!
And even wise, unhappy souls it will appease."

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"What kind of magic potion
Did you give me from that jar?
That I forget who I am
But always know who you are..."

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"Your hands tremble as they caress and woo me...
My amber body, harmonious and young,
Is like a jasmin vine deliciously high-strung
Drunk with sunlight, with pleasure and perfume!"

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And upon returning, love...
Taking mysterious paths along the meadows
On grassy carpets on the forest floor,
We will make a star of our two shadows.

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I dreamt that I was your beloved lover

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.........breathless and burning with desire,
instantly I found myself within your fire
and looking, lovingly, into your eyes
You can see more about her here http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/florbela_espanca2.htm Fernando Pessoa and His HeteronymsI never get tired to read Fernando Pessoa

This is simply beautiful !Ricardo Reis

(Desde que sinta a brisa fresca no meu cabelo

E ver o sol brilhar forte nas folhas

Não irei pedir por mais.

Que melhor coisa podia o destino dar-me?

Que a passagem sensual da vida em momentos

De ignorancia como este?)

As long as I feel the full breeze in my hair

And see the sun shining bright on the leaves,

I will not ask for more.

What better thing could destiny give me

Than the sensual passing of life in moments

Of ignorance like this?

– Ricardo Reis

Álvaro de Campos

Não sou nada.

Nunca serei nada.

Não posso querer ser nada.

À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.

(I'm nothing.

I'll always be nothing.

I can't want to be anything.

Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.)

– Álvaro de CamposAlberto Caeiro

(Não tenho ambições nem desejos,

Ser poeta não é a minha ambição,

É apenas a minha maneira de estar só)

I have no ambitions and no desires.

To be a poet is not my ambition,

It's my way of being alone.

– Alberto Caeiro: 'The Keeper of Sheep'

Alberto Caeiro is Pessoa's first great heteronym.

Fernando Pessoa-himself

The poet is a faker

Who's so good at his act

He even fakes the pain

Of pain he feels in fact

– Fernando Pessoa-himself: Autopsychography

This is a good Site to see about Himhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Pessoa#Fernando_Pessoa-himself