domingo, 24 de noviembre de 2013

Recuerdo cada favor y me guardo cada putada.

''Caminante, son tus huellas el camino y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar.'' - Antonio Machado

''La fotografía tiene la virtud de
recordarnos que el pasado fue real''
I've never believed in forgetting's power. I've not ever believed a memory could give up from mind, no matter how out-of-the-way it was, no matter the pain or joy had gathered over it or even so much time between one memory and present.

''Ningún amor muere sólo cambia de lugar en la memoria'' -Xhelazz

How many times have they pledged us everlasting bonds of friendship, unconditional love, the reward of well done work or the ''it will be worth the wait''. However as we know promises are disguised as truth's lies that one day will stop being dressed up, cause one of the great strengths of time is the ability of show the certainty of everything we believed or aspired.
Even becoming aware of this I am again struck by the fact of how can someone stop thinking, at least once per week, some seconds some month, about someone with whom he have shared so much guffaws, so much tears, so much nightfalls or dawns, or being rude even screws.

People change but the memory stays, this is why we forgive but not forget. Those who left: let's go fuck yourself, darlings'.

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''Recuerdo cada favor y me guardo cada putada'' por Ainara Losada se encuentra bajo una Licencia Creative Commons Atribución-NoComercial-SinDerivadas 3.0 Unported.

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