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Alvaro de Campos, solemn investigator of useless things, at your service. These are the musings of Fernando Pessoa, a possible figment of my imagination. Or the other way around. With musical interludes.

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tourists of ourselves

Eternal tourists of ourselves, there is no landscape but what we are. We possess nothing, for we don’t even possess ourselves. We have nothing because we are nothing. What hand will I reach out, and to what universe? The universe isn’t mine: it’s me. (123)