ESTRAGON: Let's go.
VLADIMIR: We can't.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We're waiting for Godot.

Samuel Beckett
Waiting for Godot

domingo, 15 de mayo de 2011

dog-eared



i feel old

terribly and unavoidable old

my face looks young, my eyes shine bright
and my skin is still smooth
but my soul looks as if it were run over by a train...
a hundred times

it looks like that old sock
that tired of resisting the continuous blows of the wind
releases the clothesline to fall into the abyss
and get dirty again

dog-eared,
worn-out
worn-down...
and again terribly old, being a twenty-two-year-old body
containing an eighty-nine-year-old soul

smiles become harder to hold
laughter seems a privilege offered just by a few spirits
i'm tired of waiting
tired of hoping

tired of being tired

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