By the painful light of the factory's huge electric lamps
I write in a fever.
I write gnashing my teeth, rabid for the beauty of all this,
For this beauty completely unknown to the ancients.O wheels, O gears, eternal r-r-r-r-r-r-r!
Bridled convulsiveness of raging mechanisms!
Raging in me and outside me,
Through all my dissected nerves,
Through all the papillae of everything I feel with!
My lips are parched, O great modern noises,
From hearing you at too close a range,
And my head burns with the desire to proclaim you
In an explosive song telling my every sensation,
An explosiveness contemporaneous with you, O machines! (Fernando Pessoa)

By the painful light of the factory's huge electric lamps I write in a fever. I write gnashing my teeth, rabid for the beauty of all this, For this beauty completely unknown to the ancients.O wheels, O gears, eternal r-r-r-r-r-r-r! Bridled convulsiveness of raging mechanisms! Raging in me and outside me, Through all my dissected nerves, Through all the papillae of everything I feel with! My lips are parched, O great modern noises, From hearing you at too close a range, And my head burns with the desire to proclaim you In an explosive song telling my every sensation, An explosiveness contemporaneous with you, O machines!

Fernando Pessoa

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