I'm unable to feel
Fernando Pessoa
I'm unable to feel, to be human, to reach out
From inside my sad soul to my fellow earthly brothers.
And even were I to feel, I'm unable to be
useful, practical, quotidian, definite,
To have a place in life, a destiny among men,
To have a vocation, a force, a will, a garden,
A reason for resting, a need for recreation,
Something that comes to me directly from nature.
So be motherly to me, O tranquil night...
You who remove the world from the world,
you who are peace,
You who don't exist,who are only the absence of light,
You who aren't a thing,a place, an essence or a life,
Penelope who weaves darkness that tomorrow will be unravelled,
Come to me,O night,reach out your hands,
And be coolness and relief,O night,on my forehead...
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