KuroGato

ignorance Strange to know nothing, never to be sure Of what is true or right or real, But forced to qualify or so I feel, Or Well, it does seem so: Someone must know.Strange to be ignorant of the way things work: Their skill at finding what they need, Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed, And willingness to change; Yes, it is strange,Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh Surrounds us with its own decisions - And yet spend all our life on imprecisions, That when we start to die Have no idea why. Philip Larkin, 1955 I had shut down this profile, but i'm too lazy to upload anything from here to any other place. so, if you s...

.the city You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore, find another city better than this one. Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead. How long can I let my mind moulder in this place? Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look, I see the black ruins of my life, here, where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.” You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore. This city will always pursue you. You will walk the same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods, will turn gray in these same houses. You will always end up in this ...

    En Cloe, gran ciudad, las personas que pasan por las calles no se conocen. Al verse imaginan mil cosas las unas de las otras, los encuentros que podrían ocurrir entre ellas, las conversaciones, las sorpresas, las caricias, los mordiscos. Pero nadie saluda a nadie, las miradas se cruzan un segundo y después huyen, buscan otras miradas, no se detienen.     Pasa una muchacha que hace girar una sombrilla apoyada en su hombro, y también un poco la redondez de las caderas. Pasa una mujer vestida de negro que representa todos los años que tiene, los ojos inquietos bajo el velo y los labios trémulos.     Pasa un gigante tatuado; un hombre jove...