Caixa das Almas
É um site specific pensado para a exposição WAARDEloos.
A caixa das almas é o lugar onde habitam todas as almas que não sabemos que temos, porque não sabemos quem somos. A casa onde vivem as almas que estão cansadas da sua vida.
É também um contentor de valores sem valor. Uma arca que já recebeu as esmolas em nome das alminhas de Deus, outrora cheia e que agora está vazia.
O atual banco que guarda uma mão cheia de tudo e de quase nada.
The Box of Souls The Box of Souls is the place where all the souls we don't know that we have we have, live. We don't know who we are. The place where the souls who are tired of living have a home.
It is a container of values without value. An arch that once received all the alms in the name of the God ́s souls, now its empty.
The current bank that keeps a hand full of everything and almost nothing.
Texto Paulo Robalo
Poems by Fernando Pessoa
Don't know how many souls I have
I don’t know how many souls I have.
I’ve changed at every moment.
I always feel like a stranger.
I’ve never seen or found myself.
From being so much, I have only soul.
A man who has soul has no calm.
A man who sees is just what he sees.
A man who feels is not who he is.
Attentive to what I am and see,
I become them and stop being myself.
Each of my dreams and each desire
Belongs to whoever had it, not me.
I am my own landscape,
I watch my own journey –
Diverse, mobile, and alone.
Here, where I am, I can’t feel myself.
That’s why I read, as a stranger,
My being as if it were pages.
Not knowing what will come
And forgetting what has passed,
I note in the margin of my reading
What I thought I felt.
Rereading, I wonder: “Was that me?”
God knows, because he wrote it.
The Field of the Escutcheons
The Gods sell when they give.
Glory is bought with misfortune.
Alas for the fortunate, for they are
Let it be sufficient for whom there is sufficiency
The sufficient to suffice him!
Life is short, the soul is vast:
Possession is delay.
'T was with misfortune and lowliness
That God the Christ defined:
Thus He set him against Nature
And as Son consecrated him