Poems of Fernando Pessoa
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Saturday, January 24, 2009
O Master, my master!
In the sensationalist anguish of all the felt days,
In the daily pain inflicted by the anguish of being,
I, a slave to all things, like dust to all winds,
Lift up my hands to you, so far away, so far from me!
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