Check this out. Its an excerpt from my favorite existentialist writer. I'm in the midst of what is supposed to be a 6 page research paper in spanish about him, but with this one poem alone, I could write hundreds....I don't know how to limit my opinion about him to these six pages when this man translates my soul to literature....

"Análise"

"The idea of your being is so abstract to me
That when I look at you and entertain
My eyes with yours, I lose sight of you,
And nothing remains in my gaze, and
Your body moves so far from my sight,
Yet the idea of you is so close
To my intent to look at you, and just knowing
That you are, just by being
Conscious of you, I no longer feel myself.
And thus, by being unaware of seeing you, I feign
The illusion of sensation, and I dream,
Not seeing you, nor seeing, nor knowing
That I see you, or even that I am, smiling
From an inner blue twilight
In which I feel that I dream that which I feel myself being.
From the dream and little of life."

-Fernando Pessoa