"Finally I saw nothing left its mark on anyone because all the world believes it is always something better and more important to think. In general, I fell on the heads of knotted mastered the art of lying or dodging. And I saw how their lives are all reduced to drag all that came from outside, seen as a problem, never as a source of pleasure. Nobody was really ready to share anything. And nobody had the ambition to conclude, exhausting time. Everyone wanted to extend the time until its dissolution, see the intense, lose its odor, lose its shape, disappear and not be worrying or nor threatening. All my life I have met such people, sad magicians who were lost in the towers predictable, ill-hocus-pocus, real moments, moments that promised beauty. These moments of daring but claimed no one had the guts for that. Because beauty was always and only appeared in limbo. The beauty crept waiting, we asked for. So many times we were called and we did not listen to those voices, or we do not want to listen because they were not recognizable voice, so we did the ostrich. We had a unique opportunity to walk, disoriented, and we choose to flee. From our refuge, as usual, in the familiar. We prohibit our next step to be a misstep. So not only makes sense, a real step is a misstep.
Rodrigo Garcia, In And swing on my ash Mickey , § .25
Rodrigo Garcia, In And swing on my ash Mickey , § .25
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