sábado, 28 de diciembre de 2013

El mar, la mar.

Podrían escribir canciones con la historia que nunca pasó. Porque él era marino mercante y en vez de el mar dice la mar. Porque se basó en cuatro miradas delante y detrás de la barra, desde unos ojos cansados a una ojeada profunda. Al salir ya no estaba y fue ahí cuando las olas dejaron de llegar a la orilla. Seguro que esta historia le interesaría a un cantautor.

Blair

- Nobody knew who I was. Nobody was coming look for me. I realize that I may be alive but Chuck Bass doesn't have to be.
- Changing your name doesn't change who you are.
- It's a good start. A chance to live simply, earn people's respect. Maybe become a person someone could love.
- Someone did love you. And you owe it to her and everyone else you're leaving behind not to run away, which is what you're doing. And I don't think that great man you're talking about wanting to be is a coward. I think he would face up to what he did.
- I destroyed the only thing I ever loved.
- I don't love you anymore.
- Your world would be easier if I never come back.
- That's true. But it wouldn't be my world without you in it.