Talking about the soul of stones, of flowers, of rivers, Is talking about yourself and your false thoughts. Thank God stones are only stones, And rivers are nothing but rivers, And flowers are just flowers.
Me, I write the prose of my poems And I'm at peace, Because I know I comprehend Nature on the outside; And I don't comprehend Nature on the inside Because Nature doesn't have an inside; If she did she wouldn't be Nature.
Alberto Caeiro da Silva, 1914