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No todo es vigilia la de los ojos abiertos, decía Macedonio.

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Monday, June 11, 2007

While eclipse, go to the light

The inability to share must be the greatest punishment a man could ever have. But there you are, offering your laughter as a way out, out of this loneliness, out of this blue. The delicate contact as an urgent need, the chance of hearing your own heart beating through violet wires, your whole life waiting just a hand, a friendly hand away.

Teenage wasteland: change as the mandatory step after complaint.

Empatía político-filosófica struggling to get out. Tu cultura, principalmente tu cultura condensada. Education as preparation for something that would later happen. Came as a revelation that life had already started and was happening all the time.

Life as a Sophia Coppola movie that's going nowhere being the in-between moments what count after all. Life can be a Ceremony dawning instead of this comedia. Oh I'll break them down, no mercy shown, Heaven knows, it's got to be this time.