“I have never belonged to any place, or to any person. I have always been a guest passing through, even in my own life.”
- Fernando Pessoa
Fernando Pessoa was born in 1888 in Portugal. He was a poet, writer, and philosopher whose work explored identity, consciousness, solitude, and the complexity of the human mind. He became known for examining the many sides of the self, often writing through different literary personas to explore contrasting ways of experiencing and understanding the world. His work remains a major contribution to modern literature and philosophical thought.
“I have never belonged to any place, or to any person. I have always been a guest passing through, even in my own life.”
The quote captures a profound sense of loneliness and detachment. Pessoa describes what it feels like to never feel completely at home anywhere, not even among the people closest to you. To be a “guest passing through” suggests being present in a place or relationship without ever feeling fully rooted or connected to it.
You can have a home, friendships, relationships, and a life that appears to belong to you, yet still feel as though you are only temporarily passing through them. The most powerful part is “even in my own life.” Pessoa is expressing something deeper than simply feeling disconnected from people or places; he feels like a stranger to his own existence, almost as though he is observing his life rather than fully inhabiting it.
The quote captures the quiet feeling of being present everywhere while never feeling completely at home anywhere.
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Hay una selección que siempre gana cuando juegan España y Portugal: la del Lince ibérico.
En 2002, al borde de la exrinción, solo quedaban 94 Linces Ibéricos en el mudo.
Hoy ya hay más de 2.600 en la Península Ibérica
Do you have any idea how based the Portuguese national anthem is? Read it:
'Heroes of the sea, noble people,
Valiant and immortal nation,
Raise once again today
The splendor of Portugal!
Among the haze of memory,
Oh Fatherland, one feels the voice
Of your distinguished forefathers,
That shall lead you on to victory!
To arms, to arms!
Over land, over sea,
To arms, to arms!
For the Fatherland, fight!
Against the cannons, march on, march on!
Hoist the undefeated flag,
In the lively light of your sky!
May Europe cry out to the whole Earth:
Portugal has not perished
Kiss your merry ground
The ocean, roaring with love,
And your victorious arm
Gave new worlds to the world!
Salute the Sun that rises
Over a gleeful future;
Let the echo of an offence
Be the sign for a comeback.
Rays of this strong dawn
Are like a mother’s kisses,
That keep us, sustain us,
Against the injuries of fate.'