The poet is a pretender He pretends so completely That he even pretends to be pain The pain he really feels. And those who read what he writes, In the pain he deals feel good, Not the two he had, But only the one they don't have. And so in the wheel gutters Turns, entertaining reason, That rope train That is called the heart. FERNANDO PESSOA
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