- That's so funny how it all came down.
- You know I did that on purpose, right? Things don't just happen, I make them happen.
And out of the ashes of its own bitterness it shall rise again. More majestic and cynical than ever.
- Telling the truth, eh? Bold move.
- Well, you never know. It just might set you free.
Así quiero vivir. Con la certeza de que el pasado está completo, no acepta ni una milésima más, y la convicción de que el futuro está vacío, pero vacío para llenarlo hasta los topes.
Looking back, she realized it had been but a fleeting moment. And moments never come back. They can change your life, they can mark you for it, but they never return as they were. But she moved on, and made new moments happen. Just as good and even better ones, because the best is always yet to come.
I didn't mark the calendar, but I remember the exact day we met. You could say it was a happy coincidence, as a member of my family had been born early that morning.
It was August, middle of the summer, so of course it was a sunny day. And there she came, into my life, a perfect crystal prism. I held it up to the sun and, splash, there was color everywhere.
As simple as that, that's the difference she makes in my world. The difference between monochrome and the rainbow.
It was August, middle of the summer, so of course it was a sunny day. And there she came, into my life, a perfect crystal prism. I held it up to the sun and, splash, there was color everywhere.
As simple as that, that's the difference she makes in my world. The difference between monochrome and the rainbow.
I like it when the lights go out. Suddenly it's more present, more real. The altitude, the pressure, everything. I want to fully experience cabin fever as it's supposed to be. I want to feel like I'm in the verge of dying and love life that instant like never before. Embrace the panic and take a quick honest to life look at my hopes and needs. I know what I'll do and why. I can't chicken out now.
Cuando salga el tema, que surgirá, porque presiento que así será, no te miraré a los ojos para mentirte. Quizá evada tu mirada y haga un gesto vago, de esos que no quieren decir nada. Lo pienso y me da, miedo no, pavor. Pero allá voy.
Qué te diría de mí si me dijeras que no queda tiempo, que hay que correr, que tenemos que pasar unas cuantas páginas para echar un vistazo, que te pica la curiosidad y que ya no puedes más.
Te diría que de saltarse capítulos nada, que el principio de una novela, hasta que llegas al punto de no retorno, ese que te engancha sin remedio, que hace que no puedas soltar el libro hasta que lo termines, ese, nos lo tenemos que ganar. Y que menos mal, porque todas esas primeras páginas, son las mejores.
Te diría que de saltarse capítulos nada, que el principio de una novela, hasta que llegas al punto de no retorno, ese que te engancha sin remedio, que hace que no puedas soltar el libro hasta que lo termines, ese, nos lo tenemos que ganar. Y que menos mal, porque todas esas primeras páginas, son las mejores.
Free your mind, everything kept saying to me. Relatives, friends, TV commercials. So I tried. I cracked open my skull to see if it would fly away, let me be. It didn't move, not even a little bit. It didn't palpitate either. Turns out cartoons had been lying to me my whole life too.
Desperate, I punched it. Just to see if that would start if off. Nothing.
Then I must have closed my head back up, I don't really remember. There's a possibility that I removed a part of my brain regarding memory or cut somewhere I shouldn't have. I suppose that, since I have no way of knowing anyway, this whole ordeal might as well have never happened.
Just as well. What a stupid idea, opening your mind.
Desperate, I punched it. Just to see if that would start if off. Nothing.
Then I must have closed my head back up, I don't really remember. There's a possibility that I removed a part of my brain regarding memory or cut somewhere I shouldn't have. I suppose that, since I have no way of knowing anyway, this whole ordeal might as well have never happened.
Just as well. What a stupid idea, opening your mind.
July defined her friend as being warm. And as soon as she heard that word coming out of her own mouth, she realized, she wouldn't describe herself as warm. That was a word she just wouldn't use for herself. So she sat there, wondering how come she didn't get to give herself any nice things, and instead she kept wasting them on others.
Ça semble un rêve, peut-être c'est ça. À contre-jour et à poil, c'est toi.
Il faut choisir ça, dans la vie.
Quiso hacerle un favor, y le hizo la Pascua.
- ¿Crees que podrías vivir mi vida mejor que yo?
- Con el culo la podría vivir mejor.
- Pues no lo intentes, por si acaso.
- Con el culo, eso ya te lo digo yo...
Vanilla ice cream, chocolate stuffing and icing sugar. With fudge. The real treat is the fizz, along with the afterwards stomach explosion.
sábado, diciembre 19, 2009
241. The shape of things to come
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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.
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.
sábado, diciembre 05, 2009
227. Il y a un truc qui ne va pas
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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.
Compré dos babosas y las puse en un terrario, junto a mi escritorio, con vistas a mi cama. Le puse tu nombre a una de ellas. La otra no me importa un pito, no pienso llamarla de ninguna manera. Tu tocaya se le sube por encima, baboseando a su alrededor, y hace cosas que no entiendo ni quiero entender. No suelo pasarme la vida mirando al terrario, pero cuando se me va la vista y están pegadas, lo cubro con una tela oscura. Al momento ni me acuerdo ni me importa. Porque, si realmente me importara, pensaría en ello. No digo constantemente, pero de vez en cuando. Y levantaría el trapo para mirar si siguen vivas.
La verdad es que son sólo dos babosas. Y me importan un pimiento. Ni la otra, ni la que lleva tu nombre. El terrario lleva una semana tapado, y ni me acuerdo de ellas.
Ojos que no ven.
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