In my dark moments
when no one is left on me
and everything is fog and ig’s wall
how much the earth gives or has.
If raising your forehead for a moment
where I was buried in me
I see the distant horizon
full of sun set or swim,
I revive, I exist, I know,
and even if it’s an illusion
the outside where I forget,
nothing more do I want or ask:
I give you my heart.

Fernando Pessoa. Crack.