Has visto, verdaderamente has visto la nieve, los astros, los pasos afelpados de la brisa... Has tocado, de verdad has tocado el plato, el pan, la cara de esa mujer que tanto amás... Has vivido como un golpe en la frente, el instante, el jadeo, la caída, la fuga... Has sabido con cada poro de la piel, sabido que tus ojos, tus manos, tu sexo, tu blando corazón, había que tirarlos había que llorarlos había que inventarlos otra vez.

martes, 14 de noviembre de 2006

"It's horrifying how much you can hate yourself for being low and weak and he couldn't save me from that. So I turned it on him; I tried to empty it onto him. But there was always more, you know. When he tried to help I told him that he made me feel small and worthless. But nobody makes us feel that, we do that for ourselves. I shut him out because I knew if he ever really saw who I was inside, that he wouldn't love me. And we're separated now, he's moved away, and it was so hard not to beg him to stay. And I don't know if I'm going to get a second chance but I have to believe. That I deserve one. Because we all do."

Alice Green. "When a man loves a woman"

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