Poetry

I am calm, because I am unknown and unknown.
And I am myself, because I am calm,
without wanting anything
I want to make my life better.

Those who get rich
In the end, gold becomes a source of their torment.
On those who get wind of fame,
Finally, the darkness of life casts a shadow.

And for those whom the sun pleases,
The night will come.
But those who expect something similar
They are happy with whatever happens.

Poet: Fernando Pessoa / Portugal, 1888-1935

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