Soares notes a longing for a past moment in Lisbon, for an unnamed soul who he has missed. “I love you as ships passing one another must love, feeling an unaccountable nostalgia in their passing.” … To call Lisbon a “city of lost things,” is to say it is a place where those losses can be felt in the cafés and the streets and with each “Bom dia” you might say to a garçom on the esplanade, just as Fernando Pessoa did.
Mike Broida, over at The Millions, muses on the Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa and his classic novel The Book of Disquiet, the emotional landscape of Lisbon, and the Portuguese literary canon.
