A callar

"Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent"

Citas, citas, citas...

"Si Dios existe, será generoso con las criaturas que desean irse aún más pronto de esta tierra y hasta incluso quizá se disculper por habernos obligado a pasar por aquí".

"Cada uno sabe la dimensión del propio sufrimiento o la ausencia total de sentido de su vida. "

"¿Qué hace que una persona se deteste a sí mismo? Tal vez la cobardía o el miedo a estar equivocado , a no ser demás esperan.

El amargado crónico solo advierte su dolencia una vez por semana: las tardes de los domingos. Como no tiene el trabajo o la rutina para aliviar los síntomas percibe que algo anda muy mal, pues la paz de esas tardes es infernal, el tiempo no acaba de pasar y una constante irritación se manifiesta libremente.

The problem of the other (or, I don't really know what this is going to be about)

Relationships. Every freakin aspect of a human life is ruled by a series of relationships between them. Even if that relationship is just to say hello to the person at the counterdesk in a store or something, it's enough to make this affirmation: we have to leave with the "other". The one who looks at us, trying to figure out what is inside our looks and our thoughts.  We became that other, but we do not realize it. So, the majority of the people moves through they relationships with caution, with some fear, trying to protect theirselves or, better said, each "self". Maybe all relations just are a way of looking out for ourselves when we don't want to be alone. I really want to write something different. but things feel this way right now.