...Shhh!: pendejadas de la vida....

"I'am my own Nemesis"

I CAN RESIST ANYTHING BUT TEMPTATION...(Oscar Wilde)

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pendejadas de la vida....

miércoles, diciembre 26, 2007

3 comentarios:

La princesa muy rota dijo...: Carla!! te entiendo perfectamente, hoy me lvante sintiendome renovada despues de haber derramado muuuchas lagrimas el lunes! en fin... a seguir adelante nena. te mando un abrazo fuertisimo; diciembre 26, 2007
carla Tv. dijo...: gracias preciosa , pues como dices asia adelante no nos keda mas y pues para atras ni para tomar impulso jejeje un besito; diciembre 26, 2007
Anónimo dijo...: me encanto mucho lo que dices , y la vida te trae de toda clases de sorpresas es cierto , espero poder ser tan fuerte y determinante como tu , gracias por tu inspiracion, un beso no dejes nunca de escribir porque lo haces muy bien; diciembre 27, 2007

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Minister:
Everything is more complicated than you think.
You only see a tenth of what is true.
There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you’ll never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce.
And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved.
And the truth is I’m so angry and the truth is I’m so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve been so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long have been pretending I’m OK, just to get along, just for, I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own, and their own is too overwhelming to allow them to listen to or care about mine.
Well, fuck everybody.
Amen.

Synecdoche, New York by Charlie Kaufman