- Bottom line.
- Fuck you.
- Can we just agree to disagree?
- I said: Fuck you.
jueves, diciembre 31, 2009
253. How much of your life is your fault?
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She said a nice thing about him. To him. And he realized he did no longer feel a thing for her. Except, maybe, contempt. And when her name appeared on the screen, all he felt was the urge to lose her number.
- Ta gueule!
lunes, diciembre 28, 2009
250. Faites ce que je dis, pas ce que je fais
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- Tu l'amies bien, alors?
- Le problème c'est qu'elle m'aime bien. Donc, y a un truc qui cloche chez elle, non?
She who sealed it, dealt it.
Vanilla ice cream, chocolate stuffing and icing sugar. With fudge. The real treat is the fizz, along with the afterwards stomach explosion.
Every once in a while, a moment in time. We could all use a story.
You get to make mistakes.
Not unlike most seriously deranged sociopaths, I am organized to a sick point. My killing tools are impeccable, and kept far away from my eating utensils. It just makes sense.
Unlike you, she would've done something about it. And that makes all the difference in the world. It is your passiveness that shows just how little you've cared.
Love my life, forget about the rest.
A friend called in a chatty mood and we talked for a while. Now she's going to assume it was you on the phone and go about as if you and I were still together. Everyone else has figured out something must have happened between us, since the long calls stopped and I have stayed put. But not her, she wasn't here. She doesn't know.
This disrupts the natural order of things, again.
This disrupts the natural order of things, again.
sábado, diciembre 19, 2009
241. The shape of things to come
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Alba
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saturday
It could be big. I'm talking real big, otherworldly. And there ain't no reason you shouldn't be able to see it too, unveiled and straight-out. But it's all the same, because you won't.
C'est plus tard. Trop tard pour écrire un happy end.
Et tu me laissas partir. Et alors? Je parie que tu aimerais rêver de moi toutes les nuits.
miércoles, diciembre 16, 2009
238. Can't put a price on that
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Alba
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wednesday
When my dad finally paid off the house he was convinced he had made the purchase of his life. That land, he announced, was going to go up sooner or later and pay for itself.
He was right, in a way. Although he didn't seem to think so after the nuclear plant was installed in the neighbourhood. But, the way I see it, there really is no amount of money you can pay to get your children to develop super human abilities in puberty.
He was right, in a way. Although he didn't seem to think so after the nuclear plant was installed in the neighbourhood. But, the way I see it, there really is no amount of money you can pay to get your children to develop super human abilities in puberty.
The plot thickens. You take another life and you tell another lie just to try and smoke her out and you get burned. Another farce to gloss over every time it comes up, making you feel guilty and unworthy.
"Meh", he managed to exhale before falling flat on his face. Then, the lights went out.
"It's really just this easy to fully erase someone out of my life", she thought, as she store that someone's crap away, to be sealed in a nice little package which was hopefully never to be opened again.
You could've left me that night, the last one, before you went ahead and betrayed me. You would've had a clean slate and my heart would be whole.
I don't bother with such nonsense now, but that's the thing. You see, I don't need to trust anymore.
I don't bother with such nonsense now, but that's the thing. You see, I don't need to trust anymore.
Miras atrás y descubres cada conversación como una entrevista, repasando todos los puntos de un guión donde se te comparaba con el anterior receptáculo.
jueves, diciembre 10, 2009
232. Le premier jour du rest de ma vie
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Alba
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thursday
Cela sera quand?
Concédete a ti mismo estar loco, pero no se lo perdones a los demás. Ellos no lo harían.
La genialidad, y a la vez la gran putada, de un documento escrito es que se puede volver a leer. Tantas veces como se quiera, cuando se quiera. Puede ser a los cinco minutos o en cinco meses.
Lo que está escrito se puede borrar, hacer trizas si está en papel incluso, o en cualquier caso tirar a la basura. Pero nadie nos puede salvar de releer un escrito guardado. A veces es más fuerte que nosotros.
Lo que está escrito se puede borrar, hacer trizas si está en papel incluso, o en cualquier caso tirar a la basura. Pero nadie nos puede salvar de releer un escrito guardado. A veces es más fuerte que nosotros.
Elle se décida, c'était la première chose. On connaît la suite.
Will you live up to your big words? I really hope you're not all bark and no bite, because I'm dying to be bitten. So sharpen that pretty set of teeth and dig in deep, leave your mark. I've been saving up my skin precisely for those incisives.
Take a big bite, you bitch.
Take a big bite, you bitch.
sábado, diciembre 05, 2009
227. Il y a un truc qui ne va pas
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saturday
Je veux être sûre de ce que tu me dis. Je pourrais deviner, mais je ne le saurai pas avec certitude. Je te donnerai le bénéfice du doute, mais ce ne sera pas sans hésitation.
I got your back. Always have, always will. Throw thick and thin, I'll stand by you. You just throw any and all kinds of drama at me, I'll take it. Every low, specially the lowest, you know I am there. I am your rock.
But if there's ever a happy occasion, don't count on me to do any celebrating.
jueves, diciembre 03, 2009
225. The Universe rolls around, as it did
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Alba
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thursday
Time is cyclical, you thought. So you figured, next time the Universe ended and started over, you'd make me trip. You had a momentary advantage and you ran like hell, trying to leave me behind. When fate brought us to the same room, as it always has, you panicked for a second. Weeks went by and you thought you were save.
It might've taken me almost three months, but I can see you now. You don't fool me.
miércoles, diciembre 02, 2009
224. Never test the depth of water with both feet
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Alba
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wednesday
You can try and try as you may, certain things aren't meant to be. Life has a way of sending you the right signals at the right times. It's up to you to either listen to them, or ignore them completely and jump in with both feet.
Si era verdad que existían infinitos Universos paralelos en los que todas las decisiones de su vida -y las de los demás- podían ser potencialmente de insignificantemente diferentes a completamente opuestas, estaba segura de que existía uno en el que había tomado todas y cada una de las decisiones que había hecho en éste. Pero en el que las decisiones tomadas por los de su alrededor eran tanto así distintas como para haber ocasionado que todas sus decisiones, las de ella, fueran las óptimas. Y esa ella misma de ese preciso Universo alternativo, esa perra oportunista, le había robado la suerte.
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