The Wandering Soul

Words come by and words leave you alone. But some words tend to carve out a place in your soul forever.

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António Nogueira Pessoa and his words.

I don't know how many souls I have. 

I've changed at every moment. 

I always feel like a stranger. 

I've never seen or found myself. 

From being so much, I have only soul. 

A man who has soul has no calm. 

A man who sees is just what he sees. 

A man who feels is not who he is.

Attentive to what I am and see, I become them and stop being I. 

Each of my dreams and each desire belongs to whoever had it, not me. 

I am my own landscape, I watch myself journey - Various, mobile, and alone. 

Here where I am I can't feel myself.

That's why I read, as a stranger, my being as if it were pages. 

Not knowing what will come and forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading.

What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: "Was that me?" God knows, because he wrote it.

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Oh, such beautifully written words.