If this be to have sense, if to be awake Be but to see this bright, great sleep of things, For the rarer potion mine own dreams I'll take And for truth commune with imaginings
Fernando PessoaBut 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 PessoaA being who, as I grew older, lost imagination, emotion, a type of intelligence, a way of feeling things - all that which, while it made me sorry, did not horrify me. But what am I experiencing when I read myself as if I were someone else? On which bank am I standing if I see myself in the depths?
Fernando Pessoa