“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
“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
“And sometimes if I want To imagine I’m a lamb (Or a whole flock Spreading out all over the hillside So I… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
