¿Por qué toleras cosa que vos nunca les harías?
¿Por qué aguantas su amor a medias, cuando vos das sin medidas?

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¿Por qué toleras cosa que vos nunca les harías?
¿Por qué aguantas su amor a medias, cuando vos das sin medidas?
The light is dying as all light must.
does anyone have access to Herodas’ mimiamb 6 in original greek (either in a word file or editable pdf)?
No es mi cuerpo no son las críticas no son mis amigos no es mi familia no es baja autoestima no son autolesiones no es desamor tampoco desilusion o decepción o quizás sí pero de mi misma...No se que es pero me siento seca,vacia, así es como me siento por la noche entre el silencio que creo amigo pero traicióna
Herodas 8.1-6
Ἄστηθι, δούλη Ψύλλα• μέχρι τέο κείσῃ ῥέγχουσα; τὴν δὲ χοῖρον αὐονὴ δρύπτει• ἤ προσμενεῖς σύ, μέχρι σευ ἥλιος θάλψῃ τὸν κ]υσὸν ἐσδυς• κῶς δ', ἄτρυτε, κοὐ κάμνεις τὰ πλ]ευρὰ κνώσσουσ'; αἱ δὲ νύκτες ἐννέωροι. ἄστηθ]ι, φημί,
Psylla, slave, get up! How much longer will you lie there snoring away? The pigs are dying of thirst, but you’d stay in bed, until the sun, inching into the room, warms up your butt. Stubborn girl, how don’t your ribs ache from your slumbering? Pssh, nine-hour nights! Get up, I say!