"He was one, he was many, he was everyone, he was no one. Fernando Pessoa, sad bureaucrat, prisoner of the clock, solitary author of love letters never sent, carried an insane asylum around inside himself.
Of the denizens, we know their names, the dates and even hours of their births, their astrological signs, weights, and heights.
And their works, because they were all poets."
— Jul 11, 2021 10:49AM
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