Pequeño apocalipsis metamórfico.


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"Siempre es levemente siniestro volver a los lugares que han sido testigos de un instante de perfección."

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"El silencio, he descubierto, es de hecho algo que puedes escuchar."

Trip.
in your fucking bones.
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My rifle.

MY RIFLE
~ Full Metal Jacket

"THIS IS MY RIFLE, THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT BUT THIS ONE IS MINE. MY RIFLE IS MY BEST FRIEND. IT IS MY LIFE. I MUST MASTER IT AS I MASTER MY LIFE. WITHOUT ME IT IS USELESS, WITHOUT MY RIFLE I AM USELESS.

I WILL FIRE MY RIFLE TRUE, I MUST SHOOT STRAIGHTER THAN MY ENEMY WHO IS TRYING TO KILL ME, I MUST SHOOT HIM BEFORE HE SHOOTS ME….I WILL. MY RIFLE AND MYSELF KNOW WHAT COUNTS IN WAR IS NOT THE ROUNDS WE FIRE, THE NOISE OF OUR BURST, NOR THE SMOKE WE MAKE. WE KNOW THAT IT IS HITS THAT COUNT. WE WILL HIT…

MY RIFLE IS HUMAN, EVEN AS I, BECAUSE IT IS MY LIFE. THUS I WILL LEARN IT AS A BROTHER, LEARN ITS WEAKNESSES, ITS STRENGTHS, ITS PARTS, ITS ACCESSORIES, ITS SIGHTS AND ITS BARREL. I WILL EVER GUARD IT AGAINST THE RAVEGES OF WEATHER AND DAMAGE. I WILL KEEP MY RIFLE CLEAN AND READY, EVEN AS I AM CLEAN AND READY. WE WILL BECOME PART OF EACH OTHER. WE WILL…

BEFORE GOD I SWEAR THIS CREED, MY RIFLE AND MYSELF ARE THE DEFENDERS OF MY COUNRTY, WE ARE THE MASTERS OF OUR ENEMY, WE ARE THE SAVIORS OF MY LIFE. SO BE IT, UNTILL THERE IS NO ENEMY BUT PEACE.”

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"

A cada paso
siento tu nombre debajo de la lengua
como un granito de azúcar.
Tu nombre que huele a ti
hecho de letras como pétalos.

¡Aquí no, pienso, todavía no!
Salgo a la vastedad del campo,
encuentro lo más redondo del silencio,
me sitúa en su centro,

y entonces te llamo a gritos
para que tu nombre
se deshoje
y mi voz se rompa al unísono
contra cada uno de los puntos
que limitan el círculo de mi soledad.

"

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"It may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, it’s mine."

Bañeras y cigarros.