.::The Flog::.

Respirando *** Breathing

Pablo | November 4, 2007

Estoy en un estado mental en el que todo a mi alrededor parece suceder sin remedio y yo no tengo ninguna autonomia para modificarlo.
No se trata solo de cansancio fisico,es mas bien una atrofia mental que me deja preocuparme solo por cuestiones rutinarias.
Es sencillo valorarlo como una leve depresion, pero creo que no se trata de nada de eso, es mas, el verme ausente y pasivo ante mi realidad inmediata me tranquiliza.
Parece ser que por fin no hago falta mas que para engrasar la maquinaria de este sistema. Primero te formas, luego trabajas, creas riqueza para otros y cuando te destruyes alguien te sustituye.

Quizas solo es el recuerdo de que no era asi, de que no respiraba por mera orden de mi cerebelo, que hacia algo por conseguir metas que se aproximaban segun caminaba en la direccion que yo elegia.

Solo soy unas grandes manos y una cabeza que no consigue seguir la proporcion.

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I am in a mental state that everything around me looks to be moving without remedy abd I have no choose to change it.
It is not just phisycal tireness, is something like mind retardness that let me just to preocupate about rutinary subjects.
It is easy to look at it like a light depression, but I believe that it is not about that, actually, to see me pasive and out of my inmediate reality relax me.
It looks that finally I just worth to oil the machinery of this system. First you learn, after you work, you make someone to get rich, and then someone replaces you when you are destroyed.

Maybe is just abou remembering othe moments that it was not like this, I was not breathing just by the order of my cerebellum, that I made something to achieve checkpoints that aproach to me when walking in the direction that I had chosen.

I am just two big hands and a head that is not able to follow the proportion.