Los defectos son lo más bonito
de una persona, su diferenciación,
el aspecto en el que puede... brillar.
Los defectos son perfectos. Son propios.
Y me gustan, todos y cada uno de ellos.
Suscribirse a:
Enviar comentarios (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
kiss
MY SOUL
Trayectoria
Robe
Y qué le importa a nadie como está mi alma! Más triste que el silencio, y más sola que la Luna; Y qué importa ser poeta, o ser basura...?
Muerde
TIC TAC
El tiempo
pasa incluso aunque parezca imposible, incluso a pesar de que cada movimiento de la manecilla del reloj duela como el latido de la sangre al palpitar detrás de un cardenal. El tiempo transcurre de forma desigual, con saltos extraños y treguas insoportables, pero pasar, pasa.
Incluso para mí.
SRT. lo-cura
bumBúm.bumBúm.bumBúm.
Su corazón
es un laúd colgado;
no bien lo tocan,
resuena.
Sonrisa
almas que siguen a kiss
It was a strange feeling for my, though I suppose that not surprising, since everything was feeling it now of rare form.
The strange thing was that I was feeling it as something natural in a sense. When I was human, it had never been the best in anything.
I was taking very well my relations with Renée, but probably there would be many people who had made it better than I.
In fact, Phil seemed to be making it better than well.
I was a good student, but never the best of the class, and obviously, it was not possible to rely on me for anything referred to the sport.
I had no particular talent neither in the artistic thing nor in the musical thing.
Nobody gave to me a trophy for reading books and after eighteen years of mediocrity ever, I was more that accustomed to being a mediocrity.
I realized in this moment that it was doing a lot of time that I had never resigned to shining in anything.
I was doing the better thing that could with what had, but without to never stop fitting completely in my own world.
Entonces puedo decir que tú eres mí defecto, aunque en el sentido literal seas precisamente todo lo contrario. (L)
ResponderEliminar