I’ve never aspired to be more than a dreamer. I paid no
attention to those who spoke to me of living. I’ve always belonged to what
isn’t where I am and to what I could never be. Whatever isn’t mine, no matter
how base, has always had poetry for me. The only thing I’ve loved is nothing at
all. The only thing I’ve desired is what I couldn’t even imagine. All I asked
of life is that it go on by without my feeling it. All I demanded of love is
that it never stop being a distant dream. In my own inner landscapes, all of
them unreal, I’ve always been attracted to what’s in the distance.
Fernando Pessoa
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