“If thou* can do nothing but think good, or wish good to humanity, think it, wish it, for those thoughts of thine* and those wishes will be not unavailing. Thoughts live more assuredly than the brain that bears them. Nothing, it is true, can die, but the brain will change one day to aught else, but thoughts will never change, for they belong to the region of the First and the Last whence all things come and to which they move. To that region, the material one day shall revert, but the immaterial is already there.
Yet not only do thoughts live, but they work to some end by-laws mighty and unknown.
Say not therefore that prayers are useless, for thou dost not understand the laws which bind the spirit of man. Cry, again do I say it, if thou can do no good to the unhappy, think good towards them, wish good for them, pray that good may come to them; in some way, known to thee* or unknown, will those thoughts, wishes, prayers have an effect.”
Fernando Pessoa, in ‘Manuscript’
Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher and philosopher, described as one of the most significant literary figures of the 20th century and one of the greatest poets in the Portuguese language. He also wrote in and translated from English and French.
Fernando Pessoa is the poet of return to me. I walk through life and always come back to, without any reason, but it wouldn’t be necessary either.
When the thoughts of so many revolts, mix and contend with each other… I look for any way out, another clarity, partly similarity, or even inexistent answers.
I know then that I need words, texts, poems of Pessoa.
I wish to understand him in the intricate rebel thinking. To internalize him in the constant awake reverie and to feel him in the perfect overwhelming restlessness.
If you don’t know him yet, I hope you’ll be curious to wonder about him?
Fernando Pessoa is my favorite poet by far, but he is undoubtedly one of the greatest Portuguese Poets and for sure one of the Worl’s best.
Thank you. Até já!