I would have written about these festivals, which I find enjoyable. I like the natural and artificial light that accompanies them, the noise in the street, the friendly atmosphere. Undoubtedly its pagan character and solar. Winter celebration before the gathering of January, the month dedicated to Janus, the two sides. After the holidays it seems that life is suspended despite its sunny, frigid day disconcerting. At the end of the month the warm air of some evenings and almond blossom warn us that spring is on its way ... I wish I had written about it but sometimes we do not find the words or images. So change the light from the Sun by the Moon. His indescribable nuances are the subject of these paragraphs of Pessoa discovered last night reading progress in these months I entertained: his Book of Disquiet : "And without seeing, without thinking, his eyes already closed on lacking sleep, I meditate with what words can truly describe moonlight. Ancient say that the moonlight is white or silver is . But the false white light of the moon of many colors. If I get out of bed, and saw behind the cold glass, I know well that in the high air-insulated, the moonlight is a bluish gray white gone yellow , that on several rooftops, blackness is imbalances in each other, white and black dora submissive houses, and a Alagoas color without the red brown color of the tiles high. At the end of the street, placid abyss where the naked stones irregularly rounded, has no color except blue which comes perhaps from the gray of the stones. At the bottom of the horizon will almost dark blue, different from black blue sky background. In the windows that gives is a black yellow .
From here, from the bed, if I open my eyes that have dreams I have, is an air of snow color back in the floating strands of pearl tibia. And if you think with what I feel, is a tedious become white shadow which darkens as if the eyes were closed on that confusing whiteness. "
(The quotation is found on page 157 of the edition of Readers' Circle in 1989).
