Aforismos, E.M Cioran


*Un ser que aburre es un ser incapaz de aburrirse
*Cuanto más me curo de mí mismo, más me parezco.La melancolía nos libera del YO hasta tal punto, que ésta es su mal.
*Quisiera que me acariciaran unas manos por las que pueda fluir el tiempo...o que me lloren unos ojos arrancados de un paraíso en llamas.
*Dios es el modo más favorable de prescindir de la vida.
*Toda desesperanza es un ultimátum a Dios.
*Mueres de lo esencial cuando te desligas de todo.
*El que está cansado de sí mismo cansa a sus semejantes y se cansa de ellos.
Elliot Smith- A Passing Feeling
Everything is gone but the echo of the burst of a shell And I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling In the city I built up and blew to hell I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling Still I send all the time My request for relief Down the dead power line Though I'm beyond belief In the help I requireJust to exist at all Took a long time to stand Took an hour to fall I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling Stuck here waiting for a passing feelingStill I send all the time My request for relief Down the dead power line Though I'm beyond beliefIn the help I requireJust to exist at all Took a long time to stand Took an hour to fall.

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ALBERTO 21 de marzo de 2009, 12:10  

Grande Cioran!, he leido mucho en mi vida, y este rumano constituye una de mis lecturas compulsivas, siempre vuelvo a su humor cítrico y despiadado. Saludos!

Biogràfico

Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear
And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard
Tom Waits