—¿Puedo quedarme, Ed?
Me acerco.
—Claro que puedes quedarte esta noche. —Pero menea la cabeza y sus ojos finalmente se centran.
Da un paso al frente y alarga un brazo.
—No quiero decir esta noche —aclara—. Quiero decir para siempre.
—Estoy buscando esto —le digo señalándonos a los dos con la mano—. Nos estoy buscando a ti y a mí juntos.
Audrey se arrodilla a mi lado y posa su mano en la mía para hacerme soltar las hojas.
—No creo que esté ahí —me dice con dulzura—. Yo creo, Ed... —Posa las manos suavemente sobre mi cara. La luz anaranjada del
atardecer la baña—. Creo que esto nos pertenece a nosotros.
Those images were the world, and it stewed in her as she sat with the lovely books and their manicured titles. It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words.
You bastards, she thought.
You lovely bastards.
Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think something good can come from any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything anymore.
No podía hacer nada contra la atracción que ejercían los libros sobre ella.
Markus ZusakMaybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.
Markus ZusakRight. That's twenty-two fifty."
"Twenty-two fifty?" We can't hide our exasperation.
"Well, yeah - this is a classy joint, you know."
"That's obvious - the service is incredible.
Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.
Markus ZusakMots clés humor friends idiots
That paper--
it sits there, open at the employment section. It sits there like a war, and each small advertisement is another trench for a person to dive into. To hope and fight in.
Mots clés life courage fight struggle unemployment
The color of defeat chokes her pupils, even though her nod and smile and uncomfortable sitting motion on the couch indicate that she is not finished yet. She will carry on, like all of us.
Smile stubborn.
Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.
Mots clés courage fight defeat
Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out? Our own place is small perhaps, but when your old man is eaten up by his own shadow, you realize maybe that in every house, something so savage and sad and brilliant is standing up, without the world even seeing it.
Maybe that's what these pages of words are about.
Bringing the world to the window.
Mots clés life inspiration fight drive understanding-life
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