But my sadness is comforting Because itโs right and natural And because itโs what the soul should feel When it already thinks it exists And the hand pick flowers And the soul takes no notice.
Fernando PessoaSilence emerges from the sound of rain and spreads in a crescendo of gray monotony over the narrow street I contemplate. Iโm sleeping while awake, standing by the window, leaning against it as against everything. I search in myself for the sensations I feel before these falling threads of darkly luminous water that stand out from the grimy building facades and especially from the open windows. And I donโt know what I feel or what I want to feel. I donโt know what to think or where I am.
Fernando Pessoa