Far from the madding crowd

Llorar de ternura, de belleza, de gratitud. Llover de vez en cuando.

“El día que me quieras tendrá más luz que junio…”

“I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.”

Todos andamos solos, suplicantes, y sin embargo, nadie está solo con su herida…

Alguna vez,

“If you can’t beat fear, just do it scared.”

“Being disappointed is one thing and being discouraged is something else. I am disappointed but I am not discouraged.”