GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I am compared to Pessoa, by the irony of fate,

Both unlettered at random, pursued by folly.

In our hungry words, we record humanity,

And in the yearning for a name, we invent one freedom.

But I, who dislike being compared,

Carry my own pain, my fate,

I am not another, I am only what I am,

A being who found and unfolded himself in writing.

I reinvent myself with each verse, each line I draw,

And even if I am compared, I do not follow the same path,

For in my essence, I am unique, I am isolated,

And I do not wish to be another, but only what I have expressed.

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