I had a great dinner at a friend's house with a group of mutual friends, watched the fireworks from my friend's balcony and drank champagne, we also banged some pots with wooden spoons around the street (it's a tradition here to ward off evil spirits  ), then had plans to go dancing but got pretty ill and had to go home to bed...but I had a good night anyway. Now all I need is my voice back!
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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