Llegué por casualidad y por una conversación de cafetería envuelta en dudas. Encontré en los paraísos electrónicos los abrazos más auténticos... viajé sola por Kioto, por Dresden, embotellé lluvia y suelto lastre. Ahora sólo escribo, de oficio. Y en septiembre de 2009, años después de posarme para aterrizar, vuelvo a emprender una aventura voladora; desnuda y rellena de letras. bienvenido
The thing with smoke and mirrors, darling, is that when you find a mirror, it reflects yourself. It might be an optical ilusion, but still, it has happen, you saw yourself.
Now, of course, it might happen that you do not wish to see that reflection anymore, so you decide to start blowing smoke in front of the mirror untill your eyes get red and itchy and you cannott see a thing.
However, my dear girl, this does not change the fact that, behind that cloud, the mirror is still there, and once the smoke is gone, your reflection will still be there.
it is one of those things you learn when you are drank and restlessina nice café.
Smoke and mirrors, sugerente como aquella cancion de rjd2. Una pena que a algún sajón descarriado sólo le sugiera largos párrafos de obviedades. Que gran vendedor de humo, sin espejos ni elegantes volutas que se enreden en tu pelo. Tan sólo humo espeso y vacío.
Seguiré observándote al otro lado del espejo, pequeña Kay.
Quite right my dear bard, unlike you, I refuse to hide my own mediocrity behind big metaphorical castles and lexical labyrinths. I do however have the honesty to flash it with pride: I am obvious.
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The thing with smoke and mirrors, darling, is that when you find a mirror, it reflects yourself. It might be an optical ilusion, but still, it has happen, you saw yourself.
Now, of course, it might happen that you do not wish to see that reflection anymore, so you decide to start blowing smoke in front of the mirror untill your eyes get red and itchy and you cannott see a thing.
However, my dear girl, this does not change the fact that, behind that cloud, the mirror is still there, and once the smoke is gone, your reflection will still be there.
it is one of those things you learn when you are drank and restlessina nice café.
I do miss Jake, you know?
Smoke and mirrors, sugerente como aquella cancion de rjd2. Una pena que a algún sajón descarriado sólo le sugiera largos párrafos de obviedades. Que gran vendedor de humo, sin espejos ni elegantes volutas que se enreden en tu pelo. Tan sólo humo espeso y vacío.
Seguiré observándote al otro lado del espejo, pequeña Kay.
Quite right my dear bard, unlike you, I refuse to hide my own mediocrity behind big metaphorical castles and lexical labyrinths. I do however have the honesty to flash it with pride: I am obvious.
Now, farewell to you all, my good chaps.
siempre me he sentido orgullosa de mis castillos de metáforas y laberintos léxicos... y si eso es mediocre, yo tb lo soy, supongo
And those castles made of sand fall in the sea... eventually.
Nada de mediocridades. Breve y expresivo, sin ser explícito.
Seguiré pasando por aquí a mirarme en tu espejo de humo...si no te importa
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