Between Fall and Winter.
By Periscope9
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Between Fall and Winter.
By Periscope9

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Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrán detener la primavera
Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion. (Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.) We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it’s silly and useless – epically useless in my current state – but I am an animal like any other. Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either. People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic. Isn’t that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm. The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invented anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox. After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar. A nurse guy came in and told me I had to leave, that visitors weren’t allowed, and I asked if she was doing okay, and the guy said, “She’s still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse. What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.

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Te quiero
Es que te quiero ver brillar, te quiero ver suspirar, te quiero ver reĂr, vacilar, a pesar de lo que los demás puedan pensar. Pon a volar tu imaginaciĂłn, te quiero ver soñar y triunfar, es que te quiero ver feliz, te quiero ver sonreĂr, te quiero ver subir, descubrir, conseguir. te quiero ver surfeando el espacio y el tiempo, con el ejemplo del viento, hasta el Ăşltimo aliento, te quiero paz, con tranquilidad, sin antifaz, te quiero natural, real, espiritual. Te quiero ver brillar como el astro que no quiso dejar rastro, o en este basto universo abstracto, te quiero transparente como el viento del poniente, inagotable, como quiero el agua potable, te quiero con gracias, sin falacias, sin desgracias, te quiero con magia que contagia. Te quiero resplandeciente, una fuente de luz en esta oscuridad permanente, sentirte cerca aunque lejos te encuentres, desplazándote sin pena contra la corriente. Te quiero ver lograr, describirte entregarte a lo que tu pulso hace palpitar. Quisiera verte conquistando el horizonte, en el significado que hay en ese nombre, te quiero siempre en la grandeza, sin bajar la cabeza, frente a luz que tu esencia lo merezca. Te quiero, no quiero decirlo, prefiero demostrarlo, te quiero, sigo asintiendo que no hay tiempo, no hay espacio Para los complejos, te quiero ver, te quiero ver… ¡volar! TĂş lejos de la envidia y de los miedos. Hoy, te quiero ver fuerte y te quiero ver quiero hoy, te quiero ver fuerte. Hoy, te quiero ver fuerte y te quiero ver quiero hoy.
Ella
Mi vida es bella, pero sin la B
Inifinite
I can't talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a Bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.

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Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos
I call it magic when I’m with you