Come to think of it, we are all sitting by the entrance of the cemetery, patiently waiting for the funeral procession in the horizon come slowly to deliver the shell of what we once were. No tear will stay on their faces for long. No thought in their minds while they are sleeping. Before long, nothing but a vague memory. And then, oblivion. It is this nothingness the true forgiveness of our many sins.
Presta pa' andar iguales!!ReplyDelete
Está tan profundo y filosófico que me da miedo.