Fernando Pessoa Quote

PROCRASTINATIONThe day after tomorrow, yes, only the day after tomorrow ...Tomorrow I’ll start thinking about the day after tomorrow,Maybe I could do it then; but not today ...No, nothing today; today I can’t.The confused persistence of my objective subjectivity,The sleep of my real life, intercalated,Anticipated, infinite weariness—I’m worlds too weary to catch a trolley—That kind of soul ...Only the day after tomorrow ...Today I want to prepare,I want to prepare myself for tomorrow, when I’ll think about the next day ...That’d be decisive.I’ve already got the plans sketched out, but no, today I’m not making anyplans ...Tomorrow’s the day for plans.Tomorrow I’ll sit down at my desk to conquer the world;But I’ll only conquer the world the day after tomorrow ...I feel like crying,I suddenly feel like crying a lot, inside ...That’s all you’re getting today, it’s a secret, I’m not talking.Only the day after tomorrow ...When I was a kid the Sunday circus diverted me every week.Today all that diverts me is the Sunday circus from all the weeks of mychildhood ...The day after tomorrow I’ll be someone else,My life will triumph,All my real qualities—intelligent, well-read, practical—Will be gathered together in a public notice ...But the public notice will go up tomorrow ...Today I want to sleep, I’ll make a fair copy tomorrow ...For today, what show will repeat my childhood to me?Even if I buy tickets tomorrow,The show would still really be the day after tomorrow ...Not before ...The day after tomorrow I’ll have the public pose I will have practicedtomorrow.The day after tomorrow I’ll finally be what I could never be today.Only the day after tomorrow ...I’m sleepy as a stray dog's chill.I’m really sleepy.Tomorrow I’ll tell you everything, or the day after tomorrow ...Yes, maybe only the day after tomorrow ...

Fernando Pessoa

PROCRASTINATIONThe day after tomorrow, yes, only the day after tomorrow ...Tomorrow I’ll start thinking about the day after tomorrow,Maybe I could do it then; but not today ...No, nothing today; today I can’t.The confused persistence of my objective subjectivity,The sleep of my real life, intercalated,Anticipated, infinite weariness—I’m worlds too weary to catch a trolley—That kind of soul ...Only the day after tomorrow ...Today I want to prepare,I want to prepare myself for tomorrow, when I’ll think about the next day ...That’d be decisive.I’ve already got the plans sketched out, but no, today I’m not making anyplans ...Tomorrow’s the day for plans.Tomorrow I’ll sit down at my desk to conquer the world;But I’ll only conquer the world the day after tomorrow ...I feel like crying,I suddenly feel like crying a lot, inside ...That’s all you’re getting today, it’s a secret, I’m not talking.Only the day after tomorrow ...When I was a kid the Sunday circus diverted me every week.Today all that diverts me is the Sunday circus from all the weeks of mychildhood ...The day after tomorrow I’ll be someone else,My life will triumph,All my real qualities—intelligent, well-read, practical—Will be gathered together in a public notice ...But the public notice will go up tomorrow ...Today I want to sleep, I’ll make a fair copy tomorrow ...For today, what show will repeat my childhood to me?Even if I buy tickets tomorrow,The show would still really be the day after tomorrow ...Not before ...The day after tomorrow I’ll have the public pose I will have practicedtomorrow.The day after tomorrow I’ll finally be what I could never be today.Only the day after tomorrow ...I’m sleepy as a stray dog's chill.I’m really sleepy.Tomorrow I’ll tell you everything, or the day after tomorrow ...Yes, maybe only the day after tomorrow ...

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About Fernando Pessoa

Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (Portuguese: [fɨɾˈnɐ̃du pɨˈsoɐ]; 13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935) was a Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher, and philosopher, described as one of the most significant literary figures of the 20th century and one of the greatest poets in the Portuguese language. He also wrote in and translated from English and French.
Pessoa was a prolific writer, and not only under his own name, for he created approximately seventy-five others, of which three stand out: Alberto Caeiro, Álvaro de Campos, and Ricardo Reis. He did not call them pseudonyms because he felt that this did not capture their true independent intellectual life and instead called them heteronyms. These imaginary figures sometimes held unpopular or extreme views.