“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I'm two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren't attached.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Tuesday 26 March 2013
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Days go by as clouds that the wind blows. Through my fingers, I count grains of sand, that slide while I try my best to catch them, deluded by the idea of making possible the impossible...
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