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Autobio           meeting   lines   Pessoa


Yesterday, while sitting where I now am, I heard above me
footsteps and voices, and left this where to go there: out on
the walkway to wait.  I figured someone was being shown
the apartment above mine, but I was not sure.  Whatever 
the case, I hoped to catch a management person because I
wanted to find out if the guy who had been above me left.  I,
however, was a bit shocked when the group came down.  I
did ask my question.  [ Note: after doing some resaerch this
morning, this personal human skin pigment system evolved:
1msp - 10msp, wherein the lower the number the lighter the
pigment. ]  Three people were with the woman who'd shown
the apartment: one was a quite tall, quite elderly, quite vertical
1msp male; another was a more darkly-pigmented female I
chose not to look at; the third was a seemingly young 7msp(?)
male who appeared strangely familiar, a fact which disturbed
me, but for reasons I have not identified.  At that point I said
something I probably should not have said, though what I said
was meant to show my congeniality.
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Later, while back here, five lines of a sudden entered from a
slightly  accented voice.  My subconscious was at it again.  I
appended a title to those lines after I wrote them down in the
notebook I am daily using.  Here's that   call-it-what-you-will:
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             Epitaph?

           This guy made a frenetic passage.
           It was worthless.                            
           We threw him in the garbage.     
           He loved it!
           He stayed there forever.
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Late last night and again this morning, having seen his name in so
many places online, I felt it was time for me to learn more about
Fernando Pessoa.  As I nearly habitually now do, I went to the
Wikipedia page about him first.  It was a good choice, generally
and in particular, especially the Fifth Empire particular.  I found
curious similarities between me and Pessoa, but I'm not revealing
them.  From this morning's searches, I encountered a poem he 
wrote in English: "I am the escaped one"  It is on this page:

there are three other poems on this page, but this to me is the best



a brief but special Fernando Pessoa site


Brian A. J. Salchert