¿Cómo andas?
Necesito descanso... no puedo ni con mi alma
¿Cómo andas?
Necesito descanso... no puedo ni con mi alma
(...)
I read to live in other people's lives.
I read about the joys, the world
Dispenses to the fortunate,
And listen for the echoes.
I read to live, to get away from life!
There is a flower which offers nectar at the top,
Delicious nectar at the top and bitter poison underneath.
The butterfly that stays too long and drinks too deep
Is doomed to die.
I read to fly, to skim!
I do not read to swim!
(...)
-Stephen Sondheim, Passion-
I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn't be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason.(HUGO)