A cup of coffee; a tobacco to be smoked
with its scent that goes through us, almost
closed eyes in an almost dark room... I
want no more from life and that... is that
too little? I don't know. Why would I know
what is too little or too much?
-- Fernando Pessoa, in: Livro do Desassossego (Book of Uneasiness)
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