teisipäev, 4. oktoober 2016

Tänane Pessoa

Everything wearies me, 
including what doesn't weary me. 

My happiness is as painful as my pain.

There's a thin sheet of glass
between me and life.

However clearly I see and understand life, 
I can't touch it.

Rationalize my sadness?
What for, if rationalization takes effort?

Sad people can't make an effort.

I can't even renounce those banal acts of life that I so abhor.

To renounce is an effort, 
and I don't have it in me
to make any effort.


(Peatükk 80 - Dolorous Interlude)

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