Danzad Malditos, Danzad

Todos estamos tullidos, a nuestra manera

It has been a long time, but the empty hole where they spent so many months was there, like always, a frozen empty space in a frozen world. Now also empty, waiting for events to restart again.  - We didn't knew anything at the time. They were the Breathers. He tried again, slowly opening the vest and letting the viscous liquid atmosphere to enter his mask. It smell sweet, the smell of rotten meat, just like the first time he noticed the smell in his bad-isolated old vest. After so many years in that rock, he got used to it. Now it was almost like getting back a childhood memory. His brother was there, standing next to him. He looked taller, thinner, not older, but more mature. He was changed, both were. His arms didn't get rocky like himself, but softer, longer, articulated without elbows, so different from his rigid, bold and spiky limb. The same black skin, darker than anything else, but the walls of that cave.  - "The Hammer and the Whip", she called us.  - I told ...

si no puedes ser creído cuando no has podido ser más sincero que sentido tienen las palabras? no existe la inocencia si cada prueba es una duda para qué iba a servir volver a confiar? al final de todo no importa haber jugado limpio pues nada vale nada excepto el vacío que nos queda guardado en una jaula de hueso el aire que nos sustenta cuando nos asomamos al abismo el que más da, una cosa que la otra no creas en la justicia, ni la bondad, te advirtieron no existen son sólo marcos de reglas subjetivas como todo lo demás sólo te sirven para saber que hiciste lo correcto que fuíste honesto y sincero aunque nadie lo crea ya

cada iteració que no resol el problema, no és inutil si ajuda a entendre'l però mai sabrem el mal, comparat amb el no fer res el risc dels pedaços, existeix només per allò que podem llençar però al final la brossa s'acumula s'ens menja així, que per inutil que sembli algú ha de començar a netejar encara que no sigui prou perque mai serà prou

hay muchas maneras crueles de decir adiós y tal vez ninguna de decirlo sin serlo pero no se me ocurre ninguna más cruel que no tener nada que decir

"The universe and the human mind do not each separately cause the Absurd, but rather, the Absurd arises by the contradictory nature of the two existing simultaneously." Human existence is not absurd nor meaningless per-se, it simply doesn't make sense within the universe it inhabits.

de sucre i sal de cossos i creences de fé i desfeta d'anyorança i desesperança per somnis que s'han marxat per la porta, sense dir adèu ofegats per la càrrega de cossos i creences de fé i desfeta d'anyorança i desesperança sense sucre sense sal