Hay una cosa que dicen los franceses: l'esprit de l'escalier. El espíritu de la escalera. Creo que no tiene traducción. Bueno, es sobre todas las cosas brillantes que se te ocurren cuando ya te vas. Todas las cosas brillantes que ojalá hubieras dicho..
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9 Enero 2009
Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
(The origin of love)
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