Citando a Berj...

ok, en realidad, lo citado el dia de ayer, fuera de contexto evoca recuerdos bellos.. pero ya dentro de el pensamiento de Berj es diferente.. cito lo ke Berj expresa el 23 de agosto, pues me parece algo tan bueno (como muchos, mucho otros de sus escritos) y vamos, ke te puedes reflejar en èl, ke era preciso hacerlo llegar a màs ojos..

... "it seems like it just passed. like days pass, hours, minutes and seconds. it feels as though our lives are just like these passing moments. like birthdays that we are going to have as the last, and funerals that we will never feel. it is funny. our lives seem to be days like today, floating and passing, the way the season has changed so fast in here. one day, i am walking by the river Bernesga in one common summer afternoon, and now, i already begin to see the leaves turning a nice brown color. it feels cold again. Nacho said that autumn has arrived already. the announcements of El Corte Inglés for the Autumn season are already on air. our lives are maybe just like these commercials, these seasons: passing and changing and repeating without leaving traces or clues. we live our lives floating, and then, after that, there is a funeral. there will be a son, or a daughter, or any remembering significant person, who is far away from home and thinks of your last birthday and how it feels strange to him or her or it, that lives seem like premature autumn leaves in August, floating and already wanting to flee this world, without leaving traces of their existence. "

http://www.livejournal.com/~berjer/