I don’t know how many souls I have
I have changed at every moment.
I always feel like a stranger.
I have 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.
A note in the margin of my reading,
Rereading, I wonder “was that me?”
God knows because he wrote it.

Fernando Pessoa. I don’t know how many souls I have, 1930.


By sunless2014

I am an painter/curator based in London, my work is influenced by the Cubism and Mannerism.

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