Nesta cova atoparás un territorio rebelde e libre de impostos. Para entrar non se piden referencias nin curriculum; non hai que pagar peaxe; non se precisa traxe de etiqueta nin gravata. Somentes un espírito aberto e tolerante.
Pasa, non te quedes na porta.
martes, 26 de junio de 2012
CUESTIÓN DE ORDE
“Si se colle a nota dun suicida e se cambian de orde as palabras pódese escribir unha carta de amor.” Tom Waits.
parece mentira que esa voz rota, coma de alcohólico resfriado, puidera colarse nos cd's dos nosos coches, nos pubs das noites tristes... firmar no libro da nosa vida... el que, inda que coste recoñecelo, leva unha vida tan convencional coma a de calquera de nos.
E se, pola contra, mudamos a orde das palabras dunha carta de amor poderiamos descubrir a nota dun suicida ou ben o soño dun replicante (I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those lastmoments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody's life;my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I comefrom? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.) O maior amor, a vida!!
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parece mentira que esa voz rota, coma de alcohólico resfriado, puidera colarse nos cd's dos nosos coches, nos pubs das noites tristes...
firmar no libro da nosa vida... el que, inda que coste recoñecelo, leva unha vida tan convencional coma a de calquera de nos.
Hai moito namorado suicida, si.
E se, pola contra, mudamos a orde das palabras dunha carta de amor poderiamos descubrir a nota dun suicida ou ben o soño dun replicante (I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those lastmoments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life - anybody's life;my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I comefrom? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.)
O maior amor, a vida!!
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