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Rage, rage against the dying of the light
"Tercera ley de newton, la única manera de que los humanos descubran cómo llegar a alguna parte, es dejando algo atrás".
Christopher Nolan, Interstellar (2014)
-jnai
Hay momentos en los que la vida te coloca en una situación compleja: escoger entre lo que puede hacerte feliz y lo que quieres que te haga feliz.
Adiós al frío / Elvira Sastre
Literatura y libros.
Blackpaper Elvira Sastre.
Aquella orilla nuestra, Elvira Sastre
If I stay then I lose myself
If I leave then I lose you
If I wait it’ll never be me
But if I move on it’ll never be you
So what should I do? Make a left where there’s nothing right
Or make a right where there’s nothing left?
Una tregua con la derrota.
Ya perdí la cuenta.
Yo tenía el cuchillo
Usha Akella.
hablo sobre amabilidad pero he herido a personas.
hablo sobre crecimiento pero sigo repitiendo viejos patrones.
hablo sobre sanar pero sigo volviendo a lo que me hizo daño.
hablo sobre felicidad pero sigo poniéndome triste.
creo que convertirse en una mejor persona empieza siendo honesta con quien todavía eres.
Lung Capacity
i have a confession:
you still feel like home.
after everything.
all the silence,
all the distance,
the time that folded itself between us.
you still feel like the softest place
on earth.
i tell myself it’s over.
i rehearse the reasons,
but none of it softens
the truth.
you are still my home.
and god, how i miss the space
between your collarbone
and jaw.