Detesto que la gente maneje mal, que mientan como si uno no se diera cuenta, que los gallos canten todo el día y toda la noche, que la gente no entienda lo evidente. Detesto, en pocas palabras, que las cosas no sean como deben ser según la lógica y según la razón. ¿No somos homo sapiens sapiens? A veces pienso que valdría más la pena ser animales comunes y corrientes, para no desperdiciar atributos, para no hacer corajes.
Por eso soy amargado por naturaleza. El mundo me amarga cada día más. Por eso ahora me volveré un animal hecho y derecho, donde impere la ley del más fuerte. Sólo por eso ahora voy diariamente al gimnasio, para matar (o al menos herir de gravedad) a cualquier contrincante.
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Tú no siempre eres como debes ser según la lógica y la razón y si te mienten como si no te dieras cuenta es porque tú lo permites... eso no te hace menos homo sapiens sapiens, tal vez al contrario...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her
And draws it down as if it were a lover
And its choke cherries lips to kiss good-bye,
Then lets it snap back upright in the sky.
Her next step rocks a boulder on the wall
(She's making her cross-country in the fall).
Her great weight creaks the barbed-wire in its staples
As she flings over and off down through the maples,
Leaving on one wire moth a lock of hair.
Such is the uncaged progress of the bear.
The world has room to make a bear feel free;
The universe seems cramped to you and me.
Man acts more like the poor bear in a cage
That all day fights a nervous inward rage
His mood rejecting all his mind suggests.
He paces back and forth and never rests
The me-nail click and shuffle of his feet,
The telescope at one end of his beat
And at the other end the microscope,
Two instruments of nearly equal hope,
And in conjunction giving quite a spread.
Or if he rests from scientific tread,
'Tis only to sit back and sway his head
Through ninety odd degrees of arc, it seems,
Between two metaphysical extremes.
He sits back on his fundamental butt
With lifted snout and eyes (if any) shut,
(lie almost looks religious but he's not),
And back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
At one extreme agreeing with one Greek
At the other agreeing with another Greek
Which may be thought, but only so to speak.
A baggy figure, equally pathetic
When sedentary and when peripatetic.
Robert Frost
Este anónimo no es tan anónimo...
señor Frost, no le entendí
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