Habitantes del agua.

"No se que tienen las flores, Llorona 

las flores del campo santo...

Que cuando las mueve el viento, Llorona, 

parece que están llorando..."

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I

Son solo dos hombres

disfrutando de la playa

en una suerte de Edén

que recuerda amaneceres

de media luna dorada.

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Reflexiones I

I

¿No te das cuenta? 

Todos son felices, 

disfrutan de las oportunidades

que graciosamente presenta

la vida, y sin embargo

yo siento nauseas. 

Es inevitable sufrir 

cada día

estas dulces arcadas

de envidia.

Desayuno con cristales.

"... pero no termina,

no termina,

nunca termina..."

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Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul: Sure.

Holly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it. Nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

Breakfast at Tiffany's,

Desayuno con diamantes.