Si hemos de creerle a Federico Nietzsche , "los verdaderos valores giran en la sombra, giran silenciosamente" , estando gran parte de mi vida en las sombras, observando algunas veces, más otras solo participando sin quererlo, recordando pasajes del extranjero de Camus, cuando cada recuerdo no se si fue inventado por represiones del subconsciente, el recorrido de más de 21 años donde el tiempo ha cobrado más víctimas, donde el héroe muere solo en chozas perdidas en las poblaciones, donde las banderas se pudren patrióticamente como cuando en aquel viaje olvidamos la finalidad del mismo. Son 21 años ya de no saber donde estoy ni cual es mi papel en la vida, todos tenemos un papel en la vida, pero alguien se quedo con el mío, que el tiempo no es eterno y que cada vez mi piel es carcomida por las ansias, que aquellos valores donde lo absurdo es la negación de la verdad; la nausea, la negación de la belleza, y la angustia, la negación de la bondad. Todo es gratuito, el jardín, esta ciudad y yo mismo. Cuando uno se da cuenta, el asco se apodera de nosotros y todo comienza a flotar..., eso es la nausea.
If we are to believe Friedrich Nietzsche, "the true shadow values revolve, rotate silently", with much of my life in the shadows, watching sometimes over other single participating unwittingly Alien passages recalling Camus, when every memory if it was not invented by the subconscious repressions, the route of more than 21 years where time has claimed more victims, where the hero dies alone in huts lost in populations where rot flags patriotically as when on that trip forget the purpose of it. They are 21 years old and not knowing where I am or what my role in life, we all have a role in life, but someone stayed with me, that time is not eternal and that every time my skin is eaten away by the forward, that those values where the absurd is the denial of the truth, the nausea, the denial of beauty, and anguish, denial of goodness. Everything is free, the garden, this city and myself. When one realizes, disgust seizes us and everything begins to float ... that is the nausea.
If we are to believe Friedrich Nietzsche, "the true shadow values revolve, rotate silently", with much of my life in the shadows, watching sometimes over other single participating unwittingly Alien passages recalling Camus, when every memory if it was not invented by the subconscious repressions, the route of more than 21 years where time has claimed more victims, where the hero dies alone in huts lost in populations where rot flags patriotically as when on that trip forget the purpose of it. They are 21 years old and not knowing where I am or what my role in life, we all have a role in life, but someone stayed with me, that time is not eternal and that every time my skin is eaten away by the forward, that those values where the absurd is the denial of the truth, the nausea, the denial of beauty, and anguish, denial of goodness. Everything is free, the garden, this city and myself. When one realizes, disgust seizes us and everything begins to float ... that is the nausea.
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yo también siento nauseas
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