Eventually
the only right left is the right to lie ourselves and learn to feel comfortable
at it, which is neither like dreaming or hoping, nope, and of course nor about
cheating on or lying to each other. We´re aware of what’s become unaffordable nowadays,
still, we keep on posing and posting with this sort of ideal of looking cool,
wealthy, perhaps, showing a nice moment framed in a photograph and writing some
impressions about a foreign matter, like such a thing matters, and yet we do it
so. Some of us, more often than we’d like to, wait on a line for getting some groceries
(that’s the day routine in Venezuela) and while we´re waiting, under a very hot
morning; laughter and flirts can be noticed. I saw a girl put some make up on when
she was reaching the cashier, after that I heard her say she had made it, that she
had persuaded the man to allow her take two more packs of milk, so she took
four instead of two. This is one of the cases what beauty and make up might be
useful for these days, but that’s not why I said we lie to ourselves. In a case
like the girl’s she lied to herself previously, when she was telling the man
before me that she had a cousin living abroad and that she was taking modeling
classes because out there, where her cousin is, there are a lot of job offers
for models. The thing is I am her cousin and I’m not living abroad, I was just
after the man she spoke with and I know she’s not taking any classes at all…
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miércoles, 28 de septiembre de 2016
jueves, 18 de marzo de 2010
Sólo una ilusión
Parece la sátira
de un recuerdo
que arde por vivir,
tal vez tu burla para con mi sentir.
El presente cambio
podría teñir de verdades
a las tan deseadas ilusiones,
pero de mi texto pocos verboscuando el muro distancia no deja de crecer.
que definan nuestras acciones,
Un par de suspiros...
Y así mi fe se viste de algodón
cuando tus palabras son agua…
Por así decirlo;
Acercarnos,
parece haber sido,
una vez;
sólo una ilusión.
http://www.mundopoesia.com/foros/poemas-melancolicos-tristes/268122-solo-una-ilusion.html
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