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Quando passer\u00e0 questa notte interna, l\u2019universo,
\ne io, l\u2019anima mia, avr\u00f2 il mio giorno?
\nQuando mi dester\u00f2 dall\u2019esser desto?
\nNon so. Il sole brilla alto:
\nimpossibile guardarlo.
\nLe stelle ammiccano fredde:
\nimpossibile contarle.
\nIl cuore batte estraneo:
\nimpossibile ascoltarlo.
\nQuando finir\u00e0 questo dramma senza teatro,
\no questo teatro senza dramma,
\ne potr\u00f2 tornare a casa?
\nDove? Come? Quando?
\nGatto che mi fissi con occhi di vita,
\nchi hai l\u00e0 in fondo?
\nSi, s\u00ec, \u00e8 lui! Lui, come Giosu\u00e8, far\u00e0 fermare il sole
\ne io mi sveglier\u00f2;
\ne allora sar\u00e0 giorno.
\nSorridi nel sonno, anima mia!
\nSorridi anima mia: sar\u00e0 giorno!<\/p>\n
Fernando Pessoa<\/em><\/p>\n * * *<\/em><\/p>\n Quando \u00e9 que passar\u00e1 esta noite interna, o universo,<\/em> Fernando Pessoa<\/span><\/p>\n * * *<\/p>\n When will this inner night \u2013 the universe \u2013 end<\/span> Fernando Pessoa<\/em><\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1807,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[38],"tags":[264],"class_list":["post-1808","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-foto-pensieri","tag-fernando-pessoa"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1808","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1808"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1808\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1807"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.liberopensare.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nE eu, a minha alma, terei o meu dia?<\/em>
\nQuando \u00e9 que despertarei de estar acordado? <\/em>
\nN\u00e3o sei. O sol brilha alto,<\/em>
\nImposs\u00edvel de fitar.<\/em>
\nAs estrelas pestanejam frio,<\/em>
\nImposs\u00edveis de contar.<\/em>
\nO cora\u00e7\u00e3o pulsa alheio,<\/em>
\nImposs\u00edvel de escutar.<\/em>
\nQuando \u00e9 que passar\u00e1 este drama sem teatro,<\/em>
\nOu este teatro sem drama,<\/em>
\nE recolherei a casa?<\/em>
\nOnde? Como? Quando?<\/em>
\nGato que me fitas com olhos de vida,<\/em>
\nQuem tens l\u00e1 no fundo?<\/em>
\n\u00c9 Esse! \u00c9 esse!<\/em>
\nEsse mandar\u00e1 como Josu\u00e9 parar o sol e eu acordarei;<\/em>
\nE ent\u00e3o ser\u00e1 dia.<\/em>
\nSorri, dormindo, minha alma!<\/em>
\nSorri, minha alma: ser\u00e1 dia!<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\nAnd I \u2013 my soul \u2013 have my day?<\/span>
\nWhen will I wake up from being awake?<\/span>
\nI don\u2019t know. The sun shines on high<\/span>
\nAnd cannot be looked at.<\/span>
\nThe stars coldly blink<\/span>
\nAnd cannot be counted.<\/span>
\nThe heart beats aloofly <\/span>
\nAnd cannot be heard.<\/span>
\nWhen will this drama without theater<\/span>
\n\u2013 Or this theater without drama \u2013 end<\/span>
\nSo that I can go home?<\/span>
\nWhere? How? When?<\/span>
\nO cat staring at me with eyes of life, Who lurks in your depths?<\/span>
\nIt\u2019s Him! It\u2019s him!<\/span>
\nLike Joshua he\u2019ll order the sun to stop, and I\u2019ll wake up,<\/span>
\nAnd it will be day.<\/span>
\nSmile, my soul, in your slumber!<\/span>
\nSmile, my soul: it will be day!<\/span><\/p>\n