At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with __im_ in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they__e two things:The __an_ goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is _ his body,His true reality which doesn__ have desires or hopes,But muscles and the sure and impersonal way of using them.
The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro
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Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with __im_ in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they__e two things:The __an_ goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is _ his body,His true reality which doesn__ have desires or hopes,But muscles and the sure and impersonal way of using them.
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