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Fernando Pessoa

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I sleep and I unsleep. On the other side of me, beyond where I lie down, the silence of the house touches infinity. I hear time falling, drop by drop, and no falling drop is heard falling.
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Original: Durmo e desdurmo. Do outro lado de mim, lá para trás de onde jazo, o sil?ncio da casa toca no infinito. Oiço cair o tempo, gota a gota, e nenhuma gota que cai se ouve cair.
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Ibid., p. 59

 
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