"Come sit with me, Lidia, by the river.
Let us watch its path silently, and learn
That life passes by, and we're not holding hands
(Let us hold hands.)
Then let us think, grown children, that life
Goes by and doesn't stay, leaves nothing and never returns,
Into a far away sea, close to Fate,
Farther than the gods.
Let us untie our hands (...)
Let us harvest flowers, you take them and leave them
On your lap, and let their scent smooth the moment -
This moment when we quietly believe in nothing,
Inocent pagans of decay.
I've been studying this Portuguese poet, Fernando Pessoa, and his heteronyms, and it inspired me to draw this, for some reason
Hope you like it Also, happy late birthday *Vishw ^^