Cesarsinasiento.

"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate"

I'm Like the Phoenix, I'm a Very versatile dude. Also I like Dinosaurs.

Part-time Hero, Part-time Lover, Full-time Friend.


22/Aquarious/Architecture student/Lazy and Funny.



Lo más probable es que no te vea en un largo tiempo, pero déjame te cuento un secreto, a cerca de mí y de ti, un secreto dónde te cuento la verdad de como es que realmente me siento cada vez que de ti pienso.

No suelo ser una persona solitaria o aburrida, pero cada vez que me haces falta y es casi siempre, lo soy. Y te pienso mucho, cada día, cada noche, cada sueño. Dicen que la última persona que recuerdas antes de dormir, cuándo estás solo con tu mente, con el silencio y mirando hacía el cielo, esa, es la persona que realmente piensas de manera indebida e inconsciente. Esa es la persona que quieres.

Y no nos conocemos como se debería, pero cada vez que hablamos o nos vemos, aunque sea cada invierno, se siente esa alegría, esa paz interior, imagínate las dos mejores personas por haber habido, juntas y felices, y nunca tristes, imagina que pasas el día entero entre sonrisas de las más bonitas, que nunca extrañas a alguien, ahí no hay ni mal estar, ni el llorar, eso no, no existe cuándo de ti me acuerdo, cuando a ti te quiero.
Son esas cosas y otras más que aún desconozco, las mejores horas de los mejores días del mejor año, son lo que tú me haz enseñado. Y llámame chiflado o exagerado, llámame como quieras, pero eso es lo que siento por un día en que me dices que me quieres y que me extrañas, pues por ti me siento digno y completo, pues tú, y sólo tú me haces sentir vivo. Me das esperanza de volver a querer como hace mucho no he querido a una mujer en esta vida.

Me encanta que eres todo lo que quiero, lo que busco, todo lo que algún día soñé en una persona con quién poder pasar mi vida, eres lo mejor, y también eres lo peor, eres la vida con todas sus suertes y sus desgracias, eres real, eres auténtica. Eres todo lo que quiero.
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The Man: The clocks stopped at one seventeen. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. I think it’s October but I can’t be sure. I haven’t kept a calender for years. Each day is more gray than the one before. It is cold and growing colder as the world slowly dies. No animals have survived, and all the crops are long gone. Someday all the trees in the world will fall. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts, and gangs carrying weapons, looking for fuel and food. 
The Man: Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. There has been cannibalism. Cannibalism is the great fear. Mostly I worry about food, always food. Food and the cold and our shoes. Sometimes I tell the boy old stories of courage and justice, difficult as they are to remember. All I know is the child is my warrant, and if he is not the word of God, then God never spoke. 

Old Man: I knew this was coming. They were warning us. 

The Boy: [they just ate two crickets after narrowly escaping from the cannibal house where people are locked in the basement until ready to be eaten] We would never eat anybody, would we? 
The Man: No, of course not. 
The Boy: No matter how hungry we were? 
The Man: Uh nuh. 
The Boy: Even if we were starving? 
The Man: We’re starving now. 
The Boy: Because we’re the good guys. 
The Man: Yes. 
The Boy: And we’re carrying the fire. 
The Man: [with a very proud smile] Yes. 

The Boy: Are you carrying the fire? 
Veteran: Am I what? 
The Boy: Carrying the fire. 
Veteran: You’re kind of weirded out, aren’t you, kid? 
The Boy: Well, are you? 
Veteran: Yeah. I’m carrying the fire. 

Old Man: I knew this was coming; this or something like it. There were warnings. Some people thought it was a con. I always believed in it. 
The Man: Did you try to get ready for it? 
Old Man: What would you do? Even if you knew what to do, you wouldn’t know what to do. But supposing 
[chuckling
Old Man: you were the last man alive? 
The Man: How would you now that, that you were the last man alive? 
Old Man: Well, I don’t guess you’d know it. You’d just *be* it. 
The Man: Maybe God would know. 
Old Man: God would know what… God wouldn’t know what he knows. If there is a God up there, he would have turned his back on us by now. And whoever made humanity will find no humanity here. No, sir. No, sir. So beware. Beware. 

The Boy: How do I know you’re one of the good guys? 
Veteran: You don’t. You’ll just have to take a shot. 

The Boy: Are you carrying the fire? 
Veteran: Am I what? 
The Boy: Carrying the fire. 
Veteran: You’re kind of weirded out, aren’t you, kid? 
The Boy: Well, are you? 
Veteran: Yeah. I’m carrying the fire.