Algo de Fausto


A veces me pierdo, pero no es que no me encuentre, solo que tardo en buscarme. Me conozco y por eso doy vueltas para demorarme, por supuesto que me arrepiento, el tiempo que pasa se confunde entre los deseos y la moral.
We are punished for our refusals. Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind, and poisons us. The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. . . . Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself.


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