Lastwaltz

DeRank ™: 1,17 • DeAge™ : 3407 days

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Here since 3 may 2016

My soul is a mysterious orchestra; I don't know which instruments it plays and shrieks inside me: strings and harps, timpani and drums. I know myself as a symphony (Pessoa)

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Johnny b.
26 dec 17

Wishing you happy holidays.
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dsalva
26 oct 17

Sugli sugli bane bane, but also Pessoa, one of my favorites! So I take the liberty!
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- Lastwaltz
  27 oct 17
  
  Yes, but who mixes the bananas?
- dsalva
  27 oct 17
  
  on on, obviously
serenella
30 apr 17

Hi @[Lastwaltz], I was passing by and I read Pessoa, I stopped because I was just reading about Lisbon today and it made me want to go back... I just arrived in DeB too, but I believe that when it comes to music you are way more prepared than I am. Aloa
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- Lastwaltz
  30 apr 17
  
  Good job!! I’m a fool who occasionally knows a thing or two, that's all... Kisses and hugs everywhere.
- serenella
  1 may 17
  
  Nooo, you're not a jerk. Virtual kisses wherever you are.
masturbatio
17 feb 17

Since I don't know who Pessoa is, I'll give you a quote in Friulian: pessea!
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- Lastwaltz
  30 apr 17
  
  hahaha, great
Bubi
3 feb 17

Hello, welcome because I had never seen you on the site before. Since you mention Pessoa, I’ll copy and paste another gem of his. A bit elaborated by me, because it was too long for what I needed. Always from the Book of Disquiet.
Who, like me, suffers when a cloud passes in front of the sun, how can they not suffer in the darkness of the day constantly overcast by their own life? I do not live in the pursuit of happiness, but of erasure; the walls of my room are for me at once a prison and a freedom, my happiest hours are those in which I think of nothing, want nothing, in which I do not even dream, lost in a vegetative torpor, mere moss grown on the surface of life. It is in this way that I hope to finally reach that peace whose thought makes me suffer, but which does not weigh on me unbearably. Thus living, I savor without bitterness the awareness of not being anything, a flavor heralding death, of forgetfulness without memory... Have a good day.
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- Lastwaltz
  3 feb 17
  
  Thank you for reminding me of this page. Among the best of Pessoa. Have a heartfelt good day to you too!
Flo
15 sep 16

Oh, you cite Pessoa, I can't help but reciprocate your de-love!
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