Pasa que me duele hasta el aire que respiro... no quiero saber nada más. Lo que siento me atrapa. Quisiera tallarme el alma, el hipotálamo, el cerebelo-o dónde quiera que estén mis emociones. Quiero limpiarme de ellas con desinfectante. Saboreo una lágrima, como si pudiera quitarme este mal sabor del cuerpo: tengo revueltas las tripas, estrujado el corazón. Escribo con la rabia de un motor andando, el orgullo herido y la humillación hirviéndome. La tristeza rota, como un saco que vacía un peso insoportable. Las emociones me desgastan y marean; soy un trapo estrujado derramando tristeza, absorbiéndola de vuelta. Soy dolor de estómago, las llagas curadas en ácido... Tengo las emociones universales todas mezcladas, es como tener el sentimiento del mundo... Pienso que debo limpiarme entera y olvidar... Sí, una lágrima se cae porque tiene caer. Me destruye el ego apaleado, no tengo escudo para defenderlo-hundida, rechazada, observada, analizada, rebajada-de rodillas-olvidada.
Vivimos en la deuda de los años pasados: dame, quítame, tortúrate. La lástima... estamos a la espera de un andar silencioso hacia la puerta.
It happens that the air I breathe hurts... I don't want to know anything else. What I feel traps me. I remember the universal emotions. I'd like to cut my soul or the hypothalamus, the cerebellum-or whenever my emotions are. I want to clean myself of them with disinfectant. I savor a tear, like if I could take away this bad flavor in my body: I have the entrails all scrambled, my heart's squeezed. I write with the anger of an engine running, my wounded pride and the humiliation it’s boiling me. Broken sadness, like a sack that's emptying an insupportable weight. The emotions wears me down and faze me; I'm a squeezed rag shedding sadness and soaking up again. I'm stomach ache, the sores being healed with acid... I have mixed up the universal emotions, it's like to have the World's Feeling. I think I must clean all myself and then forget... Yes, a tear falls 'cause it's has to fall. It's destroys my bludgeoned ego, I don't have a shield for defense. Sunk, rejected, observed, analyzed, and lowered, in my knees- forgotten.
We live in the past year's debt: take from me, give me, torture me. The pity... we are hoping a quiet go until the door.
It happens that the air I breathe hurts... I don't want to know anything else. What I feel traps me. I remember the universal emotions. I'd like to cut my soul or the hypothalamus, the cerebellum-or whenever my emotions are. I want to clean myself of them with disinfectant. I savor a tear, like if I could take away this bad flavor in my body: I have the entrails all scrambled, my heart's squeezed. I write with the anger of an engine running, my wounded pride and the humiliation it’s boiling me. Broken sadness, like a sack that's emptying an insupportable weight. The emotions wears me down and faze me; I'm a squeezed rag shedding sadness and soaking up again. I'm stomach ache, the sores being healed with acid... I have mixed up the universal emotions, it's like to have the World's Feeling. I think I must clean all myself and then forget... Yes, a tear falls 'cause it's has to fall. It's destroys my bludgeoned ego, I don't have a shield for defense. Sunk, rejected, observed, analyzed, and lowered, in my knees- forgotten.
We live in the past year's debt: take from me, give me, torture me. The pity... we are hoping a quiet go until the door.
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