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“Sitting at the tables of cafés in the cities I visited, I found myself thinking that everything tasted to me of dreams, of emptiness. I sometimes found myself wondering if I was still sitting at the table of out old house, motionless and dazzled by dreams! I cannot promise you that this is not what is happening, that I am not still there now, that all this, including this conversation with you, is false and imaginary. Who are you, by the way? The absurd thing is that you don’t know either...”

Quote by Fernando Pessoa

Work

The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition

The Book of Disquiet is a seminal work by Portuguese poet and writer Fernando Pessoa, featuring a series of personal and philosophical essays, letters, and poems. It is considered a cornerstone of modernist literature, offering a deep and introspective look into the author's thoughts and experiences. more

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Fernando Pessoa
Fernando Pessoa

Portuguese poet known for his unique narrative style and rich inner world. Fernando Pessoa is considered one of the most influential writers of the 20th century, and his works are still widely studied and discussed today. more

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