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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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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…The relations between one soul and another, expressed through such uncertain and variable things as shared words and proffered gestures, are deceptively complex. The very act of meeting each other is a non-meeting. Two people say “I love you” or mutually think it and feel it, and each has in mind a different idea, a different life, perhaps even a different color or fragrance… (112)