"Who by Fire" as written by Leonard Cohen

And who by fire, who by water
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial
Who in your merry-merry month of may
Who by very slow decay
And who shall I say is calling?

And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate
Who in these realms of love, who by something blunt
Who by avalanche, who by powder
Who for his greed, who for his hunger
And who shall I say is calling?

And who by brave assent, who by accident
Who in solitude, who in this mirror
Who by his lady's command, who by his own hand
Who in mortal chains, who in power
And who shall I say is calling?

Autopsicografia

O poeta é um fingidor.

Finge tão completamente
Que chega a fingir que é dor
A dor que deveras sente.

E os que leem o que escreve,
Na dor lida sentem bem,
Não as duas que ele teve,
Mas só a que eles não têm.

E assim nas calhas de roda
Gira, a entreter a razão,
Esse comboio de corda
Que se chama coração.

Fernando Pessoa

Manchmal, meistens, fühle ich mich endlos traurig, weil ich glücklich bin, wenn ich allein bin....

Gerade dann, wenn die Leute, die ich über alles liebe, gerade gegangen sind.

Da weiß ich, dass ich genauso so ein Arschloch bin. Her mit der Peitsche, ihr falschen Poeten .