sábado, octubre 31, 2009

192. Oscuridad

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Transición o final. ¿Destino o casualidad? Si no estamos hechas más que para volcarnos las macetas la una a la otra, ¿para qué encontrarnos siquiera? Para qué deslumbrarme un momento y apagar la linterna, ahora que me había acostumbrado a la oscuridad...

viernes, octubre 30, 2009

191. So much easier now

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Her insides are stronger than a bullet. So don't you worry about her, she will be alright. Maybe that is the problem, everyone is expendable to her at some point. And everything seems so much easier now...

jueves, octubre 29, 2009

190. A mil kilómetros

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Tras los insultos y los abusos, desde su mirada perdida se podía contar la distancia que ahora les separaba. Concentró la mirada en la fotografía y contó, pacientemente, los mil kilómetros que habría por siempre jamás entre los dos.

miércoles, octubre 28, 2009

189. Psychopompos

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I can be your guide, I will give you advice. I mediate, I help, I introduce, I aide. But I do not live, and I do not die.

martes, octubre 27, 2009

188. Non-negotiable

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Indulge. Dive into the preciousness of your own consciousness and be decadent for a minute. Don't waste yourself on anything less. If they accept you and they are deserving, by all means, go for it. In the most absurd of cases in which they don't, either of those, walk away. Walk away tall.

lunes, octubre 26, 2009

187. I could find you in a storm

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If you are a little pacient, if you can wait a little longer, I promise to find you. It's a big world, and life is short, but I am coming closer to you, I know. I'm right here and you're not that far off in what you wish for. I'm telling you, I can make it happen. All of it. I know I don't seem like much, but I tell you, I'm the one. My throat is a little sore, otherwise I would so give you a shout right this minute. But it's healing, I mean it. It is getting better by the second and when it's about ready to scream for you again, I will go out into the storm and get you, in a heartbeat. In the meantime, if you find yourself lost, just hold on to your horses for a while and rest assured that I am, truly, on my way.

domingo, octubre 25, 2009

186. Body count

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When the smoke clears out and not everyone is accounted for, every single body counts. Fantasies and attempts will go out in a blur, but the touch does not fade.

It's chemical. The lips leave an indelible print on the skin, while the genetic material from her saliva has already recombined with yours and will forever sail through your bloodstream.

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