Like the stone on the pond, something did happen to me today.Rather Huckabees day, you know? Gloomy December 21st , everything going wrong, and when I say Huckabees, I say I was pretty much like Albert at the beginning of the movie:
'What am I doing? What am I doing?
I don't know what I'm doing.
I'm doing the best that I can.
I know that's all I can ask of myself.
But is that good enough? Is my work doing any good?
Is anybody paying attention? Is it hopeless to try and change things?
I'm fucked. Maybe I should quit. Don't quit.
Maybe I should just fucking quit. Don't fucking quit.
I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to fucking do anymore.'
And when I was about to say: Elvis has left the building, M makes for me a paper heart just to see me smile. Who else on Earth might have known...?
Goodnight moon.
Thank you Max.
Miss you Dad. Just don't die again like that.
2 comments:
Hola Pequeña amiga, que digo pequeña si te convertiste en una estrella admirada por muchos. Me da gusto saber que disfrutas tu vida soñando todos los días con tu pasado y futuro logrando disfrutar con más fuerza tu sueño. (Pero eso lo haces desde que te conozco). Me gusta saber que no estas sola y no por que estas muy lejos con gente que nunca he escuchado, sino porque yo tengo la suerte de tenerte en mi memoria.
Feliz Navidad y Prospero año
Te Quiere tu Amigo para SIEMPRE
Carlos E. Fuentes Franco
Finally got around to reading your posts again. I'm not sure what made your day go the way it did. Nor do I understand what made it better. All that I do know, is that I don't know anything about that day. Knowing you though, makes me pretty sure that everything wasn't so bad, as the words you choose for it... So shouldn't you fuckin' lit up a bit?
Dan'
PS. Thank God there's something like www.freetranslation.com, otherwise I wouldn't have had a clue about what Carlos was diddling about.
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