“The river of my village doesn’t make you think about anything. When you’re at its bank you’re only at its bank.” — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“All the evil in the world comes from us bothering with each other, Wanting to do good, wanting to do evil. Our… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“A row of trees far away, there on the hillside. But what is it, a row of trees? It’s just trees. Row… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“Even so, I’m somebody. I’m the Discoverer of Nature. I’m the Argonaut of true sensations. I bring a new Universe to the… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset. But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?” — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“It’s stranger than every strangeness And the dreams of all the poets And the thoughts of all the philosophers, That things are… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“If they want me to have mysticism, okay, I’ve got it. I’m a mystic, but only in my body, My soul is… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“If I talk about her like she’s a being It’s because talking about her I need to use the language of men… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“What does this think about that? Nothing thinks about anything. Does the earth have consciousness of its stones and plants? If it… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“I don’t bother with rhyme. Rarely Are two trees the same, one beside the other. I think and write like flowers have… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“I think about this, not like someone thinking, but like someone breathing, And I look at flowers and I smile... I don’t… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“Sometimes in the evening on Summer days, Even when there’s not a breeze at all, it seems Like there’s a light breeze… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“The Tejo runs down from Spain And the Tejo goes into the sea in Portugal. Everybody knows that. But not many people… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“Praise be to God I’m not good, And have the natural egotism of flowers And rivers following their bed Preoccupied without knowing… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share Image
“Even so, I’m somebody. I’m the Discoverer of Nature. I’m the Argonaut of true sensations. I bring a new Universe to the Universe Because… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“the world wasn't made for us to think about it (to think is to have eyes that aren't well) but to look at it… — alberto caeiro Copy Share
“And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting — In the sublimely scientific and difficult fact of accepting the inevitable natural.” — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“I’m a keeper of flocks. The flock is my thoughts And my thoughts are all sensations. I think with my eyes and with my… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“But if God is the trees and the flowers And the hills and the moonlight and the sun, Why should I call him God?… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“A stagecoach passed by on the road and went on; And the road didn’t become more beautiful or even more ugly. That’s human action… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“There are no roses in my yard: what wind brought you? But I suddenly come from far away. I was sick for a moment.… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“But if God is the flowers and the trees And the hills and the sun and the moonlight, Then I believe in him, Then… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“I was born subject like others to errors and defects, But never to the error of wanting to understand too much, Never to the… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“My look blue as the sky Is as calm as water in the sun. It’s that way, blue and calm, Because it doesn’t question… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“I don’t regret anything I was before because I still am. I only regret not having loved you. Put your hands in mine And… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“If I die very young, hear this: I was never anything but a kid playing. I was a heathen like the sun and the… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“Now I sense the perfume of flowers like seeing a new thing. I know they smell just as well as I know I existed.… — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
“The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset. But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?” — Alberto Caeiro Copy Share
