‘Nostalgia for what never was, eternal sunset of what we are’, and the beauty of this world. Memorable sunset at the Atlantic Ocean in Portugal, powered by the Sun and the words of Lisbon’s poet Fernando Pessoa.
Reunited with the ocean once again, I was pleasantly surprised to discover a lovely coastal path from Praia do Tamariz in Estoril until the cliffs of Praia da Azarujinha, where the sea is the most blue. Even in February, the esplanade was great for walking and running, lined with cafés.
Easy place to reach conveniently by train from Cais do Sodré station, with the direct line from Lisbon to Cascais.
Walking with Fernando Pessoa
Just as I hoped, last Sunday I walked next to the ocean and often, admired many brave surfers, conquering waves. I am most at peace by the sea, even though writing this, I am saddened that inexplicably, yesterday a part of Europe lost peace.
Couldn’t help to associate the words of Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa with the emotions I felt walking in this part of the world:
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are. Fernando Pessoa
Can’t wait for spring and hope for better times. Time to return now home and to go back to work in Berlin.