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Autopsychography
“Any nostalgia I
feel is literary”
—Fernando Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet
I’m the—gap
Between—what I am
And am not—between
what I dream—and what life
Has made me—this way
Reality—is always
More or less—than what
I wanted—only I am
Sometimes equal—to myself
I act—as little as possible
Taking refuge—from the world
In my Lisbon—imagination
Where everything—is perfect
Nothing—disappoints
I’m totally—sincere
In my — insincerity
“Any nostalgia I
feel is literary”
—Fernando Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet
I’m the—gap
Between—what I am
And am not—between
what I dream—and what life
Has made me—this way
Reality—is always
More or less—than what
I wanted—only I am
Sometimes equal—to myself
I act—as little as possible
Taking refuge—from the world
In my Lisbon—imagination
Where everything—is perfect
Nothing—disappoints
I’m totally—sincere
In my — insincerity
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