martes, 30 de marzo de 2010

No way I´m gonna make it outside...


 ...So was Raúl.

"Dear fellas, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. 
The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer" and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work and I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. 
Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doin' okay and makin' new friends. 
I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. 
Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. 
I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me." 
From Shawshank Redemption (1994)

2 Manchas en la pared:

Sofi dijo...

"I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time"

have you ever tried to get out?
I mean... getting out for real?

You don't deserve nonsense, you don't have to be afraid all the
time.

I know how it hurts, I know how shitty things can get. I know sometimes it seems we will never be strong enough to make it outside.
Just look at me: I made it outside ;) and you know I was living underground...

You're gonna make it outside, it just takes some time (besides you've done it before...)

Ah si, vine a practicar inglés ^^

se te quiere

Anti-Raúl dijo...

:)
Tnx Sofi.