Ú-ne-te a los op-ti-mis-tas. Y a Huit-zi-lo-poch-tli y a Tez-ca-tli-po-ca....( Y si no, ¡Qué poca güey!)

Hace apenas pocos días que no escribo en este espacio. Aun cuando quiero escribir acerca de pincherremil cosas.

Pero la vida me retiene. Dispone de mí.

Y entonces, claudico a mi supuestas epifanías (desechables). Y luego encuentro las palabras ya dichas.

Y luego las pongo.

Punto y aparte.

Silencio...





Hurt (Reznor/Cash)


I hurt myself today,
to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
the only thing that's real.


The needle tears a hole,
the old familiar sting.
Try to kill it all away,
but I remember
everything:


What have I become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know,
goes away, in the end.

And you could have it all,
my empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.

If I could start again
a million miles away:
I would kill myself.

I wear this crown of shit,
upon my liar's chair.
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings disappear.
You are someone else.
I am still right here.

What have i become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone i know
goes away

in the end.

And you could have it all,
my empire of dirt.
I would let you down,
I would make you hurt.

If I could start again
a million miles away:
I would kill myself.

XXX


Sin más que decir, mejor me callo.