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I’m losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.
The Shortest Horror Story
The last men on Earth sat alone in a room.
There was a knock on the door.
- Frederic Brown
Fernando Pessoa
“Autopsychography” “Autopsicografia”
The poet is a faker. O poeta é um fingidor.
Who’s so good at his act Finge tão complectamente
He even fakes the pain Que chega a fingir que é dor
Of pain he feels in fact. A dor que deveras sente.
And those who read his words E os que lêm o que escreve,
Will feel in what he wrote Na dor lida sentem bem,
Neither of the pains he has Não as duas que ele teve,
But just the one they don’t. Mas só a que eles não têm.
And so around its track E assim nas calhas de roda
This thing called the heart winds, Gira, a enterter a razão,
A little clockwork train Esse comboio de corda
To entertain our minds. Que se chama coração.
No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it
“be as plural as the Universe”
by Fernando Pessoa
