Mis huesos se harán polvo, mi carne se pudrira hasta volverse nada,.mi tormento acabará, nunca supe para que diablos vine a este mundo, creo que el dolor te hace cambiar, te hace abrir los ojos , te hace ver lo absurdo de la vida.
Triunfos, fracasos , victorias , derrotas
¿Y que más da?
El pobre como el rico, el iletrado como el doctor , el héroe y el villano, el bueno y el malo, todos acabarán devorados por los gusanos.
Efímera existencia, cuando acaba solo te llevas la experiencia, aveces alargar la vida se convierte sino en una agonica sentencia, el manto de la muerte no espera, no tiene paciencia, no discrimina títulos , dinero , ni al salvaje, ni al caballero, ni al sabio ni al ignorante, todo acaba en un segundo, en un minuto, se va en un instante.
La valentía, el miedo, la cobardía, el sufrimiento, todo acaba bajo tierra, nada importa nada queda , cenizas somos, a ser ceniza regresaremos.
El esfuerzo se va en placeres vanos, propiedades joyas y carros, y un papel que os hace sentir superiores e importantes.
Ahora yo me pregunto si el título os salvará de ir a la fosa, si el oro lo podrais llevar al sueño eterno, solo somos más que carne y anheló, dolor y deseo , odi0 y miedo, que sin excepcion acabaremos bajo el suelo que hoy estamos pisando, y seremos olvidó en este mundo donde hoy estamos rondando.
Ganar y perder, llorar y reír, somos el instante que respiramos, nada más eso, la sonrisa que nace la lágrima que brota , el corazón que ama, que odia, somos luz, oscuridad, somos bondad, somos maldad, somos almas en un cuerpo con fecha de caducidad, somos polvo, solo eso, polvo.
-Paul T Carrillo.
My bones will turn to dust, my flesh will rot until it becomes nothing, my torment will end, I never knew what the hell I came to this world for, I think that pain makes you change, it makes you open your eyes, it makes you see the absurdity of lifetime.
Triumphs, failures, victories, defeats
And what else gives?
The poor like the rich, the illiterate like the doctor, the hero and the villain, the good and the bad, all will end up devoured by worms.
Ephemeral existence, when it ends you only take the experience, sometimes extending life becomes but an agonizing sentence, the mantle of death does not wait, has no patience, does not discriminate titles, money, neither the savage, nor the knight, nor neither the wise nor the ignorant, everything ends in a second, in a minute, it is gone in an instant.
Courage, fear, cowardice, suffering, everything ends underground, nothing matters, nothing remains, ashes we are, to be ashes we will return.
The effort is spent on vain pleasures, properties, jewelry and cars, and a role that makes you feel superior and important.
Now I wonder if the title will save you from going to the pit, if you could take the gold to eternal sleep, we are only more than flesh and longing, pain and desire, hatred and fear, that without exception we will end up under the ground that today we are treading, and we will be forgotten in this world where we are prowling today.
Winning and losing, crying and laughing, we are the moment we breathe, nothing more than that, the smile that is born the tear that sprouts, the heart that loves, that hates, we are light, darkness, we are goodness, we are evil, we are souls in a body with an expiration date, we are dust, just that, dust.
-Paul T Carrillo.
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