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Conóceme

I am Allie



The answer is dreams.
Dreaming on and on.
Entering the world of dreams and
never coming out.

Living in dreams for
the rest of time.




It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky,
between voyager and sea,
between reality and the workings of the heart.




The light of morning decomposes everything...




I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.




Body cells replace themselves every month.
Even at this very moment.
Most everything you think you know about me
Is nothing more than memories.




Lots of different ways to live
And lots of different ways to die.
But in the end that doesn't make
A bit of difference.
All that remains is a desert...




Music brings a warm glow to my vision,
Thawing mind and muscle
From their endless wintering.




...There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals.
Types of death you can't smell




Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?




Why do people have to be this lonely?
What's the point of it all? Millions of people in the world,
All of them yearning,
Looking to others to satisfy them,
Yet isolating themselves.
Why?




I'm not so weird to me...




What we see before us is just one
Tiny part of the world.
We get in the habit of thinking,
This is the world,
But that's not true at all.
The real world is a much
Darker and deeper place than this,
And much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.




When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and
Damp with tears.
But tears for what?
I have no idea.




Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me.




I don't really know if it's the right thing to do,
Making new life.
Kids grow up, generations take their place.
What does it all come to?
More hills bulldozed and
More ocean fronts filled in?
Faster cars and more
Cats run over?
Who needs it?




Sometimes when I look at you,
I feel as if I’m gazing at a distant star.
It’s dazzling, but the light is from
Tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe the star doesn’t even exist anymore.
Yet sometimes that light seems
More real to me than anything.




The clock is ticking,
The hours are going by.
The past increases, the future recedes.
Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting...




I don't know, there's something about you.
Say there's an hourglass:
The sand's about to run out.
Someone like you can always
Be counted on to turn the thing over.




There is, one knows not what,
Mystery about this sea, whose gently…
Stirrings seem to speak of
Some hidden soul beneath…
All that we call lives and souls,
Lie dreaming, dreaming,
Still; tossing like slumberers
In their beds; the ever-rolling
Waves but made so by their restlessness.




With luck, it might even snow for us.




Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.




It's a dark, cool, quiet place.
A basement in your soul.
And that place can sometimes be
Dangerous to the human mind.
I can open the door and enter that darkness,
But I have to be very careful.
I can find my story there.
Then I bring that thing to the surface,
Into the real world.




Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.




Memories are what warm you
Up from the inside.
But they're also what tear you apart.




I sometimes think that people’s
Hearts are like deep wells.
Nobody knows what’s at the bottom.
All you can do is imagine by
What comes floating to the
Surface every once in a while.




Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.




There's no such thing as perfect despair.




No matter what they wish for,
No matter how far they go,
People can never be anything but themselves.
That's all.