Pensamientos incompletos

Los olores se mezclan con las visiones . El agua se vuelve tierra y lo que antes era lodo ahora son mis pensamientos. Las gotas de agua son granos de arena que salen de mis ojos y se elevan hasta que todo estalla en mil pedazos. Y en mis fantasías todo se reune otra vez, todo se fusiona poco a poco creando nuevos entes. 

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¿No podríamos ahorrarnos el juego de la pretensión? e ir directo al final de todo, al termino del día a perdernos en las sábanas soñando con quien sabe que cosa. Cosa que será borrada por la memoria, maldita memoria que ahoga todo rastro de emoción, invalidando los sueños.

H.

Slow Man

The blow catches him from the right, sharp and surprising and painful, like a bolt of electricity, lifting him up off the bicycle. Relax! he tells himself as he flies through the air (flies through the air with the greatest of ease!), and indeed he can feel his limbs go obediently slack. Like a cat he tells himself: roll, then string to you feet, ready for what comes next. The unusual word limber or limbre is on the horizon too.
…

He lies streched out, at peace. It is a glorious morning. The sun’s touch is kind. There are worse things than letting oneself go slack, waiting for one’s strenght to return. In fact there might be worse things than having a quick nap. He closes his eyes; the world beneath him, rotates; he goes absent.

“Slow Man” J.M. Coetzee. Fragmento.

Heaven

Phillipa: Where do we go?
Phillipo: I’d like you to take me to the place where you grew up
Phillipa: I don’t even know your name
Phillipo: Phillipo
Phillipa: When where you born?
Phillipo: May 23rd 1978
Phillipa: say that again
Phillipo: May 23rd 1978
Phillipa: at what time?, do you know?
Phillipo: in the morning, at 8 o’clock
Phillipa: I know exactly what I was doing on May 23rd 1978, it’s my birthday I was having my first holly communion. I was dressed up like a bride, white dress and a veil my mother had made me. When she put me the dress on and covered my face with the veil, she burst into tears. I don’t know why.

[both seeing Montelpuciano]

Phillipa: It’s like nothing have ever happened

Meet me in Montauk

Joel: I really should go! I’ve gotta catch my ride.
Clementine: So go.
J: I did. I thought maybe you were a nut… but you were exciting.
C: I wish you had stayed.
J: I wish I had stayed to. NOW I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish I had… I wish I had stayed. I do.
C: Well I came back downstairs and you were gone!
J: I walked out, I walked out the door!
C: Why?
J: I don’t know. I felt like I was a scared little kid, I was like… it was above my head, I don’t know.
C: You were scared?
J: Yeah. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation.
C: Was it something I said?
J: Yeah, you said “so go.” With such disdain, you know?
C: Oh, I’m sorry.
J: It’s okay.
C: Joely? What if you stayed this time?
J: I walked out the door. There’s no memory left.
C: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let’s pretend we had one.
C: Bye Joel.
J: I love you…
C: Meet me… in Montauk…