Thing thrown to a corner, rag fallen on the road, my ignoble being feigns itself in front of life.


Original: Coisa arrojada a um canto, trapo caído na estrada, meu ser ignóbil ante a vida finge-se. - The Book of Disquiet


Thing thrown to a corner, rag fallen on the road, my ignoble being feigns itself in front of life.

Thing thrown to a corner, rag fallen on the road, my ignoble being feigns itself in front of life.

Thing thrown to a corner, rag fallen on the road, my ignoble being feigns itself in front of life.

Thing thrown to a corner, rag fallen on the road, my ignoble being feigns itself in front of life.