sin más

por encontrarme, te dejo, por cuidarme me alejo

a pesar & sin alivio, pero en paz.

porque dejarte es elegirme

porque por lo que falta, se termina

y lo que sobra no basta.

por un adios sin aviso

y un hasta luego sin futuro.

te dejo.

from Günther Grass – RIP

“If work and leisure are soon to be subordinated to this one utopian principle – absolute busyness – then utopia and melancholy will come to coincide: an age without conflict will dawn, perpetually busy – and without consciousness.” ―
From From the Diary of a Snail, 1972

about the future

“The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.”

Rilke