Do we really deserve to be saved? Tell me the reasons, one by one, to drag us out of this tedious pool. There are even folks arguing whether New Orleans should be saved. We don’t bury our love with joyful tubas fighting, and even when we disguise here, we are more than conscious that it has nothing to do with our lives.
Today I came out of the train and slowed down my steps, wondering if those were my snots or just the thickness of reality. There was this big guy, cheerful and retarded, walking ahead of me, inventing my way. And I felt at ease because, at last, something fitted.
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(¿De veras merecemos ser salvados? Dime las razones, una a una, para que nos arranquen de este pantano aburrido. Incluso hay tíos discutiendo si hay que salvar Nueva Orleans. Nosotros no enterramos nuestro amor con luchas de tubas alegres, y hasta cuando nos disfrazamos aquí sabemos de sobras que no tiene nada que ver con nuestras vidas.
Hoy salía del tren y sosegué los pasos, preguntándome si eran mis mocos o la densidad de lo real. Caminaba delante de mí ese grandullón, contento y retrasado, inventándose el camino. Y me sentí en paz porque, al fin, algo encajaba)