No hay remedia. No hay solución. No hay otro método de vivir. Yo sólo puedo ser.
No hay ruido. No hay olor. No hay nada para gozar. Sólo las cenizas en mi pelo.
Hoy era mi momento. Hoy era el día final. Hoy es para siempre. Hoy es la muerte.
(a.k.a. the attempt of a writer to exercise her imagination)
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Translation please :)
No remedy, no solution...?
"There is no remedy. There is no solution. There is no other way to live. I can only be.
There is no noise. There is no smell. There is nothing to enjoy. Only the ashes in my hair.
Today is my moment. Today is the final day. Today is forever. Today is death."
In honor of / inspired by the anniversary of the Atocha train bombings in Madrid, aka 11-M (as they call it in Spain).
beautiful
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