Pablo, amigo, What did you see? How did you see us? Did you politely play the game that we proposed? Did you, knowing your fate, act the role that we expected of you, the role of optimistic patient? Did you conform out of politeness to us, out of a desire to please us, as a last act of irony, as an actor to the end? You couldn't let us down, could you? We lied to ourselves, and you were too considerate, too concerned about us to rupture our lies.
As always. As always you saw more.
martes, 1 de septiembre de 2009
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