Hi all,

Today I don’t want to write about technology… I need to write about life in real world, or something like that. This happens because man is made of flesh and bones, even if some people pass the image that we are made more of bones than flesh.

For that, I leave you with my favorite poem written by Alvaro Campos, a Fernando Pessoa heteronym:

“The Tabacco Shop”

I’m nothing.

I’ll always be nothing.

I can’t want to be something.

I have in me all the dreams of the world nevertheless.

I really feel like Alvaro Campos…