#fyss

Transcripción

Érotos: 'del deseo'. Me fui.

Acogiéndome a tradición helena, relato con pena qué nos ha podido pasar para que con tanta gana me fuera:

Puede ser que, por abrir la caja de Pandora, liberaras con tu curiosidad todo mal entre nosotros. Ahora ni ella puede darnos esperanza en este mundo el nuestro.

Me iré: no aguantaré otra herida, otra vez el mío siendo un corazón sin vida; mientras el tuyo, con amnesia, se olvida de quererme, (bien).

Como Hipómenes y Atalanta, nos condenaron a no poder mirarnos jamás por haber encolerizado con nuestra pasión a Cibeles; e incumpliendo designio divino, por eso luchamos como feroces leones.

Me iré: no aguantaré otra herida, otra vez el mío siendo un corazón sin vida; mientras el tuyo, con amnesia, se olvida de quererme, bien.

O, a lo mejor, al querer volar alto a modo de Ícaro -y, como tal, haciendo caso omiso a Dédalo- ardimos y caemos ahora al vacío.

Me iré: no aguantaré otra herida, otra vez el mío siendo un corazón sin vida; mientras el tuyo, con amnesia, se olvida de quererme bien...:

Lo que sé, es que Sexualidad y Guerra nunca estuvieron tan unidos desde el cortejo de Ares a Afrodita y que por eso, me fui:

I’ve been sober for fucking 10 years. It doesn’t really seem possible; 10 years is such a long time, and it’s just flown by / so much has happened, it feels like an eternity. Needless to say, things were not going well 10 years ago. I’d just moved to a foreign country, my marriage was in free fall, and I was rapidly pissing my life away. My life was unmanageable and I was powerless to do anything about it. 

So I asked for help. I remember it like it was yesterday. Sitting on a grassy hill with a dude that I respected, but didn’t know all that well at the time, just talking. He told me about his life; his childhood, his adulthood, the way he felt, the way he drank - and most importantly, the way he felt whilst drinking. I told him a little bit about myself; I tried to look for the similarities and not the differences.

Then came the work. So much fucking work. I have the life I have today, because I put in the work. I am the man I am today, because I put in the work. Sometimes it was great, and I felt like I was a fucking spiritual giant. Other times it was awful, and I felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world. But regardless of how I felt, and how I continue to feel - I still do the work. I try to pass this on to the next hapless scumbag who’s stumbling through life and lands at my feet.