By a spanish poet, Juan Ramon Jimenez expresses the soul thus...
I am not I,
I am this one
Walking beside me whom I do not see,
Whom at times I manage to visit,
And at times I forget.
The one who remains silent when I talk,
The one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
The one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
The one who will remain standing when I die.
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