Pessoa used to say that love letters are ridiculous, but that more ridiculous are people who do not write love letters.
He was speaking, unknowingly, of that intense philosopher who said that writing poetry after Auschwitz was indecent.
Before Auschwitz I was probably thinking the same thing: let's get to it then, but don't panic.
Read on to the end.
Perhaps I appreciate it.
Because if it's not love, what else is worth talking about?
In ten or twelve years we will have forgotten this nightmare («
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