“I don’t know how many souls I have. I change every moment. I am constantly a stranger to myself. I have never seen myself nor found myself. From so much being, I only have a soul. He who has a soul has no peace. He who sees is only what he sees, He who feels is not who he is, Attentive to what I am and see, I become them and not myself. Each of my dreams or desires Is of what is born and not mine. I am my own landscape, I witness my own passage, Diverse, mobile and alone, I don’t know how to feel where I am. Therefore, detached, I go on reading My being like pages, Not foreseeing what follows, Forgetting what has passed. I note in the margin of what I read What I thought I felt. I reread and say: ‘Was it me?’ God knows, because He wrote it.” Fernando Pessoa #morena