periodic pessoa pessimism

November 18, 2007

 

A terrible weariness fills the soul of my heart. I feel sad because of whom I never was, and I don’t know with what kind of nostalgia I miss him. I fell, with every sunset, against my hopes and certainties.

Fernando Pessoa as Bernardo Soares, The Book of Disquiet, 194.

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