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"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."

Albert Camus

Molto rall .

El tiempo pasa despacito cuando no estás.

Muy despacito.

Se ensancha la conciencia para ocupar el vacío

que me dejas.

Y se llena de preguntas, despacito, y las guardo para ti.

Siete milenios después, llegas y me besas

(despacito) y enredas despacito tus manos en el pelo

de mi nuca.

Entonces yo, muy despacito, saco las preguntas

una a una

de su jaula de juguete

y vuelan torpes y contentas
a tus ojos curiosos.

Y entonces pienso:
la única manera
de vivirte más tiempo
es

vivirte


despacito.

The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on Earth, indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

W. H. Auden