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Marie: Happy Birthday Agent 4.
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Most people are afflicted with an inability to say what they see or think. They say there’s nothing more difficult than to define a spiral in words; they claim it is necessary to use the unliterary hand, twirling it in a steadily upward direction, so that human eyes will perceive the abstract figure immanent in wire spring and a certain type of staircase. But if we remember that to say is to renew, we will have no trouble defining a spiral; it’s a circle that rises without ever closing. I realize that most people would never dare to define it this way, for they suppose that defining is to say what others want us to say rather than what’s required for the definition. I’ll say it more accurately: a spiral is a potential circle that winds round as it rises, without ever completing itself. But no, the definition is still abstract. I’ll resort to the concrete, and all will become clear: a spiral is a snake without a snake, vertically wound around nothing.
All literature is an attempt to make life real. All of us know, even when we act on what we don’t know, life is absolutely unreal in its directly real form; the country, the city and our ideas are absolutely fictitious things, the offspring of our complex sensation of our own selves. Impressions are incommunicable unless we make them literary. Children are particularly literary, for they say what they feel not what someone has taught them to feel. Once I heard a child, who wished to say that he was on the verge of tears, say not ‘I feel like crying’, which is what an adult, i.e., an idiot, would say but rather, ’ I feel like tears.’ And this phrase – so literary it would seem affected in a well-known poet, if he could ever invent it – decisively refers to the warm presence of tears about to burst from eyelids that feel the liquid bitterness. ‘I feel like tears’! The small child aptly defined his spiral.
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You are to others only what you choose to reveal about yourself. Perception is reality, so how you choose to let them perceive you is how you are going to be viewed.
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I just bought a chocolate.
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Every inch of her existence spoke a different story. It wasn’t just a collision on an intersection, it was as if whole world stopped spinning, the whole world had gone silent. He could only feel his own heart beating in his chest so hard that he could hear it. Then suddenly winds changed to smooth breeze, somewhere far away he could hear sad violin music in air. She looked up her eyes answering thousand questions in his mind. Then, there, at that very moment goddess of eastern winds, whom no force could confine fell in love with a mortal a bond that would last for eternity.
the first thing i notice: you’re not mine anymore
the second thing i notice: you never really were.
No confundan, yo no “supere” yo me acostumbre, eso es muy distinto.