“An eye is meant to see things.
The soul is here for its own joy.
A head has one use: For loving a true love.
Feet: To chase after.
Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,
for learning what men have done and tried to do.
Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes blind
when it only wants to see why.
A lover is always accused of something.
But when he finds his love, whatever was lost
in the looking comes back completely changed.”
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
Whenever I look at things and think about what people think of them,
I laugh like a brook cleanly splashing against a rock.
For the only hidden meaning of things
Is that they have no hidden meaning.
It’s the strangest thing of all,
Stranger than all poets’ dreams
And all philosophers’ thoughts,
That things are really what they seem to be
And there’s nothing to understand.
Yes, this is what my senses learned on their own:
Things have no meaning; they exist.
Things are the only hidden meaning of things.
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Alberto Caeiro (translated by Richard Zenith)
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There is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest
times
we will know it
we will know it
more that
ever
There is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and
wait
in that space.
talkativolive:
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost … I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to get out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I’m in the…
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
I am not full of virtues or noble qualities - I love, that is all!!
You cannot run away from a weakness; you must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
If you’re not prepared to be wrong, you’ll never come up with anything original.
talkativolive:
“When I write I walk around. I jump up and down. I whisper to the walls and scream at the trees…. I never feel more connected than when I’m writing. There is never a time I feel closer to the heartbeat of the world. It’s a practice that has to be nurtured and committed to and there is always something to write about.”
- Andrea Gibson
When I’m writing..!
