FIRST WATCHER Why do people die? SECOND WATCHER Perhaps because they don't dream enough.

And, like the great damned souls, I shall always feel that thinking is worth more than living.

We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.

I realize that, while often happy and often cheerful, I am always sad.

The Gods sell when they give. Glory is paid for with disgrace. Poor are the happy, for they are Just what passes.

All I’ve ever done is dream. That, and only that, has been the meaning of my existence. The only thing I’ve ever really cared about is my inner life. My greatest griefs faded to nothing the moment I opened the window onto my inner self and lost myself in watching. I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

My homeland is the portuguese language.