I saw the doors closing behind me: military green, school green, hospital green doors. My two friends stayed behind, smiling and wishing me good luck. If you had told me I’d never see the girl again, I wouldn’t have believed you.
In my dream, the world is ending. Everything is falling apart.
People try to ignore it, to make the feeling go away: but if you listen, it’s there.
Suddenly, I think: the world is ending, and I’ve never kissed you. Where are you?
From a Google+ conversation: Ramón Nogueras: That is completely and absolutely untrue, unless you admit that anyone other than you has control over your feelings. Words have only as much damaging capacity as you want to give them. Ignacio Torres Masdeu: The exchange of power is part of many social contracts. But many times