Saturday, December 30, 2006

 

Le Temps Dètruit Tout


E sinto como se me escapa,
tan a modo, que apenas me dou conta.
Este mundo,
insensible mundo,
que non se detén nin un intre
para deixarnos tomar alento.
É o tempo que pasa, frenético,
do que se temos sorte,
compartimos algún anaco.


Comments:
Iso é certo...
o maldito tempo que o destrue todo...todo...todo...todo...todo...todo... e a todos.
 
Quen puidera deter o tempo de cando en cando verdade?
Un saúdo
 
O Surrealismo e o tempo... que fantástica combinación...
Feliz Día de San Silvestre!
 
Por suerte el tiempo a veces nos concede el lujo de apreciar su lado constructivo, y sí que es verdad: de compartirlo. Buen año!
 
O tempo, o implacábel, o que pasou...

E neste caso non cito grandes autoridades (alomenos, só grandes na cultura pop; anque sexa pop-alternata)...

A verdade, os seres humanos tendemos a ser moi monotemáticos. É raro aquilo que non pode reducirse aos dous eixos clásicos de Amor e Morte, co tempo facendo de minuteiro entre un e outro...
Mentres duramos, disfrutemos. E epicureísmo barato, pero sonvos escéptico coa Metafísica.

E unhas boas festas, Satine, e demais comentaristas!
 
Unha aperta de Ano Novo.
:)
 
a ver en que segundo futuro tenemos el placer de volver a vernos, sin hormigas claro.....
 
os anacos que comparto vindo por esta casa de visita é dos mellores tempos. Apertas doce Satine!
 
e é que a vida nom som máis que anacos que numa tarde de tédio dache por unir para buscarlhe aljún sentido...somos refughalhos, somos retais á agarda duam agulha....
 
eu alégrome dos que comparto contigo ;)bicos
 
Maldito tiempo,
nunca tendremos suficiente,
por mucho que nos quede...

que genial visión de la realidad
para no perder, compartir...
 
Destrue ou mellora?, le temps grand ami, grand enemi. Bisus e parabens polo blog
 
el tiempo hay que estrujarlo dentro del chino, clavarlo a la pared con un estilete de dolor... pisalo, pisalo.
 
pRIMEIRA VISITA A ESTE BLOG:tes razón. Otempo pasa e nos derrete a pouco a pouco. Non nego que ás veces tal devastación provoca pánico en min pero... miro cara a adiante. Non hai outra¡ Unha aperta(valdeorosa-rosa)
 
Veño por aquí por ver se colgaches algún post novo. Estarei atenta. Un saúdo(valdeorosa-rosa)
 
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tamén veño por ver se nos botas en falta coma nós a ti...
 
O tempo xamais se detén, e por veces temos a sensación de que nos quita ilusións e soños, pero se o tempo non se detén, nós tampouco.

Saúdos
 
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