Sólo hay que tomar los dados, y hacer tu jugada.
Va a doler.
MIEDO
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Estaba furioso con su mundo, con su familia, con su vida. Pero principalmente, sólo estaba furioso.
Corroe, carcome, inflama.
Temario.
- Aficiones. (17)
- Decisiones. (7)
- Ella. (25)
- La atención me llama. (7)
- Nada en especial... (19)
- Otherside. (11)
- Percepciones. (21)
- Situaciones. (11)
The body is but a vessel for the soul,
A puppet which bends to the soul's tyranny.
And lo, the body is not eternal,
For it must feed on the flesh of others,
Lest it return to the dust whence it came.
Therefore must the soul
Deceive, despise, and murder men
A.I. Duran
Suelo mirar :
Y además...
What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
[Chrono Cross opening words]
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
[Chrono Cross opening words]
Estaba furioso con su mundo, con su familia, con su vida. Pero principalmente, sólo estaba furioso.
Te amo.
Sí, lloro porque, ahora sí, parece que ya empiezo a entender, las cosas importantes aquí son las que están detrás de la piel
y todo lo demás empieza donde acaban mis pies.
Quema por dentro.
3 comentarios:
Bahh tanto que dicen, supuestamente hoy es lunes y el blog dice Domingo.
I promise I won't crash into you and you won't be hurt ^^
aagh El Jugador de Dostoievski apesta
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