A esta hora de la noche
pienso:
si hubiera un soliloquio suicida.
No que hable del suicidio,
sino que uno sencillamente deje de existir
una vez que se termina.
El yo
es un monólogo
suicida.
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3 comments:
hola, no nos conocemos pero al leer tu blog .. tus palabras me hacen juicio.. y siento que de algún modo las comparto.
Hola,
¿Qué tal?
El monólogo al que haces referencia lo siento bastante cercano. Creo que mis mejores pensamientos "poéticos" emergen en ls noches, estirado en mi cama, pensando en cosas sin mucho, pero a la vez plenas de significación. Lo suicida va en que jamás llegaron ni llegarán al papel.
Adiós
pienso parecido...
es como pensar pensar pensar y ...dormirse.
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