5/9/12
Corre, escóndete.
Nadie te quiere ver, escóndete. Nadie te conoce porque nadie sabe lo que estás pensando ahora mismo. Estás sol@ dentro de ti, y sólo tú haces tu camino. Podrás con ello, y si no, la vida podrá contigo... ¡Qué más da!, ¿no es lo mismo? Nadie te quiere ver, escóndete. La soledad no es mala, no obstante, en apariencia sí. Que parezca que la soledad no te alcanza, haz que te lo parezca y se lo parecerá a los demás. Pero sé consciente de que no solamente te ha alcanzado, sino que está ahí, siempre lo ha estado. La soledad contigo... Nadie te quiere ver, escóndete.
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It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,
the way the music sounds, the way the words are
written.
It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are
taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we
die, all the lives we live,
they are never quite right,
they are hardly close to right,
these lives we live
one after the other,
piled there as history,
the waste of the species,
the crushing of the light and the way,
it's not quite right,
it's hardly right at all
he said.
don't I know it? I
answered.
I walked away from the mirror.
it was morning, it was afternoon, it was
night
nothing changed
it was locked in place.
something flashed, something broke, something
remained.
I walked down the stairway and
into it.
-Charles Bukowski.
the way the music sounds, the way the words are
written.
It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are
taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we
die, all the lives we live,
they are never quite right,
they are hardly close to right,
these lives we live
one after the other,
piled there as history,
the waste of the species,
the crushing of the light and the way,
it's not quite right,
it's hardly right at all
he said.
don't I know it? I
answered.
I walked away from the mirror.
it was morning, it was afternoon, it was
night
nothing changed
it was locked in place.
something flashed, something broke, something
remained.
I walked down the stairway and
into it.
-Charles Bukowski.
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