O Poeta é um fingidor

The poet is a pretender.
He pretends so completely
That he even pretends it’s pain
The pain that he really feels.

And those who read his writings,
Sense well in the pain they read,
Not the two pains he had
But only the one they lack.

And so it goes on its tracks,
Rotating to entertain reason,
That little clockwork train
Which is called heart.

Fernando Pessoa