Beauty is the name of something that doesn't exist - Fernando Pessoa

I don't know if I have a fever, as I feel I do, or if I've stopped having the fever of sleeping through life. Yes, I repeat, I'm like a traveller who suddenly finds himself in a strange town, without knowing how he got there, which makes me think of those who lose their memory and for a long time are not themselves but someone else. I was someone else for a long time – since birth and consciousness – and suddenly I've woken up in the middle of a bridge, leaning over the river and knowing that I exist more solidly than the person I was up till now. But the city is unknown to me, the streets are new, and the trouble has no cure. And so, leaning over the bridge, I wait for the truth to go away and let me return to being fictitious and non-existent, intelligent and natural.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept — our own selves — that we love.

أن أكون شاعراً ليس ما أطمح إليه ، ولكنها طريقتي كي أكون وحيدًا