songbriid:

 

—  Es una novela. En una novela no hace falta escribir la verdad,  ni siquiera algo creíble.

— ¿No, no. Cómo que no es creíble?

— ¡Ah, Benjamín! La parte esa cuando el tipo se va a Jujuy; El tipo llorando como si fuera un desgarro y ella corriendo por el andén como sintiendo que se iba el amor de su vida, y tocándose las manos a través del vidrio como si fueran una sola persona, y ella llorando como si supiera que le esperaba un destino de mediocridad y desamor,  casi cayéndose en las vías como queriendo gritar un amor que nunca se había animado a confesar.

— Sí, sí fue así. ¿O no fue así?

—… ¿Y si fue así, porque no me llevaste con vos?

El secreto de sus ojos. 

(vía mc-ondo)

laughtoerasethedirtonyourmind: “I… I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We’d have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then… it slowly faded. I couldn’t picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn’t hear you. Then… I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just… disappeared.”

laughtoerasethedirtonyourmind:

“I… I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We’d have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then… it slowly faded. I couldn’t picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn’t hear you. Then… I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just… disappeared.”