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Tully, I hate those beggars who pretend they're helping you park! Here in Lisbon they have the nerve to try and do it in parking meter areas. As if it wasn't enough to put coins in the machine, Now I have to give it some guy who has decided that this is his territory. They never helped me park....did I say I need help? I park fine on my own thanks.
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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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