Calm because I’m unknown, And myself because I’m calm, I want to fill my days With wanting nothing from them.
For those whom wealth touches, Gold irritates the skin. For those on whom fame blows, Life fogs over.
On those for whom happiness Is their sun, night will fall. But those who hope for nothing Are glad for whatever comes.
Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems
For those whom wealth touches, Gold irritates the skin. For those on whom fame blows, Life fogs over.
On those for whom happiness Is their sun, night will fall. But those who hope for nothing Are glad for whatever comes.
Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems