There ought
to be something else. He just could not stop thinking about that. Fair enough,
thinking was the only thing he could do at all.
For there
was no flavor in doing what had already been done. Or would be done,
eventually.
Hace quizá
ya demasiado tiempo que vengo pensando este espacio. Tanto, que la gran mayoría
de su contenido previsto, aún sin salir nunca de mi cabeza, está caduco. Creo
que había nacido original, fue copiado sin antes ser, se puso de moda y se
desvaneció, sin haber visto la luz.
Reality had
become something fluid after itself happened. Or didn't happen. Would happen.
Or not.
One funny
thing about being an almighty eternal entity was that what was meant to be
started and ended inside itself. So it had to become nothing. Your only true
limitation might be yourself, but as you happen to be the one thing that has
ever been, you become just too powerful. And so are your limits.
Having
been, being and going to be the only thing that encompassed it all, nothing
else was around but void. And for his sake, he abhorred the vacuum.
Entonces
aquí vamos de vuelta. He sabido escribir cosas horribles en dos idiomas,
muchas. Y de vez en cuando pasajes rescatables. Hay frases, algunas me parecen
buenas, que quedaron reverberando en mi cabeza desde siempre, desde esos
intentos de escritos. Quizá sean robadas. Las buenas.
Un poco
por eso voy a intentar otro blog. A mí me sirve escribirlo y con eso me basta
para empezarlo. Después de todo, la terapia es hablarse a uno mismo.
Then of
course, the chance of thinking the unthinkable arose. Everything that would
ever be was already, but the only reason for it to be like that was its own
being. The occasion stood there, nowhere, to create a lack of room for another
existence to get to rebel. And exist.
Mi
intención es crear un espacio completamente anárquico surgido de la ausencia
total de disciplina al escribir. Aunque con un poquito de auto exigencia
estilística. A ver si todavía surge algo novedoso.
In the
beginning there was Everything and Nothing.
So he saw
there was no more
Than
darkness and he thought
It wasn't
right at all.
Beyond the
silent landscape
He heard
the lack of noise
Then made
the sound have weight.
And to mean
something it came.
The words
he never learnt
Forgotten
never were
Flew
rushing to himself.
Let there
be, he said.
Something different.
Va a tener
muchísimo más sentido si te provoca algo a vos. Responder. Apreciar. Sonreír.
Putearme, vamos, que es gratis. Un poco tiene intención de sobresalir del ruido
imperante. Y llevar a que aparezca algo en la interacción que a priori no es
mejor ni peor.
Es
simplemente algo distinto.
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