ya no sé quién soy
si no tengo palabras,
__________________¿quién soy?
llevo una semana en el desierto, ¿soy el desierto?
si me acuesto con una mujer,
¿soy su carne?
si camino borracho en la noche, ¿soy una ilusión, un recuerdo nostálgico?
si un niño pequeño me abraza y me dice ¡hola!, ¿quién soy?
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"It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me"
The problem, Batman, is that sometimes your actions lead you to lose the being, and then you have to chose: to look for it in your inside or to keep the being of others to become yours.
“We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves. If what we are now has been the result of our own past actions, it certainly follows that whatever we wish to be in future can be produced by our present actions; so we have to know how to act.”
look inside
There is no power against death. Any kind of death. Even our own being's death. Future? Wishes? They are all ilusions that somewhen will hurt you...
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