PESSOA'S PERSONS
He was one, he was many, he was everyone, he was one.
Fernando Pessoa, sad bureaucrat, prisoner of the clock, solitary author of love letters never sent, carried an insane asylum around inside himself.
Of the denizens, we know their names, the dates and even hours of their births, their astrological signs, weights, and heights.
And their works, because they were all poets.
Alberto Caeiro, pagan, mocker of metaphysics and other intellectual acrobatics that reduce life to concepts, wrote burps.
Ricardo Reis, monarchist, Hellenist, child of classical culture, who was born several times and had several astrological signs, wrote constructions.
Alvaro de Campos, engineer from Glasgow, vanguardist, who studied energy and feared losing his zest for life, wrote sensations.
Bernardo Soares, master of the paradox, prose poet, scholar, who claimed to be an unwilling aide in some library, wrote contradictions.
And Antonio Mora, psychiatrist and nutcase, interned at Cascais, wrote lucubrations and locobrations.
Pessoa also wrote. When the others slept.
Sist sett
