con lo que te dicta cada momento
y esta inconstancia, no es algo heroico
es mas bien algo enfermo.
No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas,
ni contemplarlas sabiamente
quiero que me trates suavemente.
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want?