Es asi como termina todo?. ¿muerte que entra por la nariz en todas partes? qué barato, que plagio. que brutal...vomitó por encima del pecho, demadiado enfermo para moverse. podía sentir el alma flotar allí afuera desde abajo, desde su cuerpo. podía sentirla allí colgando como un gato, los pies clavados en los muelles. ¡ vuelve cabrona! le dijo. Pero su alma soltó una carcajada, "me has tratado demasiado mal durante demasiado tiempo, amigo. tienes lo que mereces". Eran las tres de la mañana. En su caso, no era la muerte lo importante. En su caso, lo importante eran las partes sueltas y sin resolver que se dejaba: una niña de cuatro años en algún campamento hippy de Arizona, calzoncillos y calcetines tirados por el suelo. platos por el suelo, facturas de la luz sin pagar y partes suya abandonadas por casi todos los estados, partes suyas dejadas en coños sin lavar de tantas putas. Es tan triste, tanto, tan trsitisimo. ¿quién podía disipar la tristeza, dadas las circunstancias?....
"Being my last night on the trail, it's hard not to reflect on all that I've experienced. I've known much solitude on the journey, but what's truths have I found in the silence of wilderness? I've found that one's dreams are worth pursuing, and when done so with patience, perseverance, and the hope and optimism out of which those dreams arise, they can and will come true. That is important that we believe in ourselves and believe in our dreams. I've found that in the silence one comes to know oneself. That by divesting ourselves of the general mayhem of the modern world, we can once more hear, and learn to listen to, that guiding voice within all us; an by seeking that silence in nature, not only will we learn about ourselves but of the patterns of peace as well. There are other treasures and truths I've found, many I can't as yet put into words; others I think are best and most meaningful only to those who find them for themselves. If one is ...
“I’ll be frank. I’ve always felt that it’s horrible to send a person into the world who didn’t ask to be there.” “I know,” Alain said. “Look around you. Of all the people you see, no one is here by his own wish. Of course, what I just said is the most banal truth there is. So banal, and so basic, that we’ve stopped seeing it and hearing it.” -- The Apologizer, By Milan Kundera The New Yorker Magazine
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