“What do you have”, she said ,
“that binds you to life? Love doesn't follow you, glory doesn't
seek you, and power doesn't find you. The house that you inherit was
in ruins. The lands you received had already lost their first fruits
to frost, and the sun had withered their promises. You have never
found water in your farm's well. And before you ever saw them, the
leaves had all rotted in your pools; weeds covered the paths and
walkways where your feet had never trod.
“But in my domain, where only the
night reigns,you will be consoled, for you hopes will have ceased;
you will be able to forget, for your desire will have died; you will
finally rest, for you'll have no life”.
(…)
Sovereign King of Detachment and
Renunciation, Emperor of Death and Shipwreck, living dream that
gradually wanders among the worlds ruins and wastes!
(…)
Virgin King who disdained love,
Shadow King who disdained light,
Dream King who denied life!
Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet
translation: Richard Zenith
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