Así de simple (epígrafe + 3)
posted by Fragaria Vesca
Saturday, June 30, 2007
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6 Comments:
es verdad...por algo en ciertos idiomas ser y estar son el mismo verbo...
a mi no me basta. ahora quiero más, por ahi, despues, cuando se me pase, tal vez me baste.
Estar sin estar
es como alimentarse
sin comer.
es como querer hacer una pizza sin queso...
Estar contigo o no estar contigo es la medida de mi tiempo... Dice más o menos un "amenazado" Borges.
Cada uno cree en la "presencia" que puede. Y sí, con eso basta.
incluso nos suele bastar la sombra...
Nos basta el ejercicio del recuerdo, nos basta.
pero en el fondo (no patio) el vacío no se llena, sólo lo cubrimos con golosinas-especialmente en invierno-
:P
saludos marisol.
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