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El post de Eider, no puedo.
¡Qué ha sacado el cuchillo! La última, y en silencio, pero me ha rajado viva.
¿Me muero? ¿O lo vuelvo a leer todito para llorar un poco más? Va, lo vuelvo a leer!! *Entre lágrimas* Es que me encanta.
Dario, al instante de que lo suelte:
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"Prefería morir antes que tener que pasar por lo mismo otra vez."
— Casana Arthaban, en "Un Trabajo Limpio".
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Death Is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
— Henry Scott Holland.
@heylelumus
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Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom
Again?
Six Feet Under, Billie Eilish.
Para Eider Krowstone y Ciro Arthaban.
En @kaelkoth
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