7/1/08 07:37 am
" At this time of day,when I feel myself overflowing,I would like to possess all the malice of language,the free caprice of a style as a destiny.But no,only the high skies are everything,remote,abolishing themselves,and the emotion I have,so many emotions mixed together,is nothing more than the reflection of the nullity of a sky in a lake within me-a lake kept secluded by steep cliffs,quiet,the eye of a dead man,in which the altitude forgets itself in order to contemplate itself."
excerpt from Fernando Pessoa - Diary entry 16th July 1931
excerpt from Fernando Pessoa - Diary entry 16th July 1931
