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Fatigue

What in me is not particularly tired

of this or that or even all or nothing:
fatigue simply as such,
fatigue.
The subtlety of feeling useless,
the violent passions at all,
's intense love for what is supposed to somebody
all these things - these
and what is lacking in them forever - everything
produces fatigue, tiredness
this ,
fatigue.
There is no doubt those who like the infinite,
there is no doubt those who want the impossible, there is no doubt
who wants nothing -
three types of idealists, and I none of these:
because I love the infinitely finite
because I like the impossibly possible ,
because I want it all, or even more, if it can be,
or even if it can not be
... And the result?
For them, life lived or dreamed, dreamed the dream
for them or lived
for them the average of everything and anything, that is the life for me ...
just a big, deep,
and, ah, what bliss , barren fatigue, tiredness
a supremissima,
issima, issima, issima, fatigue ...


Poems by Alvaro de Campos (F. Pessoa) ( found here )