"There is no way to keep the joy and avoid the sorrow - To keep only one and not the other."

The cigarette on your cheek dies, lights up.
The ember on your lips dies, lights up.
The smelly lamp dies, lights up.
The busted spark dies, lights up.

Life is a deadline.
The heart is a deadline.
The brain is a dead light.
Love is a dead light.
Whatever you do even if you do nothing, you can't do anything.

Dead light.

The lover's bulb lights up, dies.
The corpse's matchstick lights up, dies.
The lighter in your hand lights up, dies.
The obscene torch lights up, dies.
Life is a dead light.

Even if you fix yourself, you'll always be broken.
Even if you make yourself new, you'll still be an old frog.
Don't change. You won't fool anyone. The straight road is not for the crooked.

Deadlight!
Nevermind!

You won't again.You won't reap anything while you're alive, while you're dead, then, now forever, you're a dead light.

It´s not mine!

(ALIPATO)

Two sides of the same coin
Suffering and hope
Contradiction and condition
Obsession and affection
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Human struggle
Dominance and Submission
Self-imposed slavery
.....Free decision
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Self-enslavement or self-*******
Alienation and (no)destination  
The same paranoic twist
The thesis of the same Matrix

What comes after everything
A momentary bliss?
The myth of happiness?
Does not mean anything...

Stop!?
Who cares if you exist
Non-stop!
Somehow I exist!

Left brain vs. right brain
A battle in my mind
War and Pain
Falling dropping sensation
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Love—is anterior to Life—
Posterior—to Death—
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth—