We are so small; and what must one hold on to when one no longer recognizes one’s own hands, nor one’s step, nor even the small dose of everyday despair.

The unexplainable thing in nature that makes me feel the world is big fat beyond my understanding – to understand maybe by trying to put it into form. To find the feeling of infinity on...

Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous, we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.

We are paint streaked runners,deafened by the cries of all the sad people. It’s a powerful sound that practically yanks the tears right out of you. Sometimes, you just can’t help but feel like a...

But when they made love he was offended by her eyes. They behaved as though they belonged to someone else. Someone watching. Looking out of the window at the sea. At a boat in the...

When I’m depressed, I read Caeiro — he’s my fresh air. I become very calm, content, faithful — yes, I find faith in God, and in the soul’s transcendent living smallness, after reading the poems...