READING ALBERTO CAEIRO'S

poem

Ah! THEY WANT A LIGHT THAT’S BETTER THAN THE SUN’S
And since the soul is what doesn’t appear,
The perfect soul is the one that never appears:
The soul that’s made out of body,
The absolute body of things,
Existing-absolutely real-without shadows or errors,
The exact and entire coincidence of a thing with itself.

She paused reading

Looked out of the window

Remembered of the conversation between her two friends who were visiting from Greece and her mentor at 4th street Gallery:

DJ Manou: So Alex, what do you have to say for your students’ soul?

A.H.: She has no soul-

This reply has been troubling her thoughts for a long period of time. If exists a man who knows the author and her heteronyms well, this is no one else than her mentor.

And he announced that she has no soul-

Are all her heteronyms with no soul or solely the orthonym?

Is Alberto Caeiro’s poem the answer to her wonders?

“The perfect soul is the one that never appears”

Could it be of true that the perfect soul is the one that never appears?

- Maria Garozi