"We made love on the living room floor with the noise in the background of a televised war. And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say "If we walk away, they'll walk away". But greed is a bottomless pit and our freedom's a joke. We're just taking a piss and the whole world must watch the sad comic display. If you're still free, start running away 'cause we're coming for you!

I've grown tired of holding this pose. I feel more like a stranger each time I come home so I'm making a deal with the devils of fame saying "let me walk away, please". You'll be free, child, once you have died; from the shackles of language and measurable time. And then we can trade places, play musical graves 'till then walk away, walk away, walk away. So I'm up at dawn putting on my shoes. I just want to make a clean escape. I'm leaving but I don't know where to. I know I'm leaving but I don't know where to".

"It is just as it is with the water. Because of the pulley, and the rope, what you gave me to drink was like music. You remember -how good it was."

"Yes, I know..."

"And at night you will look up at the stars. Where I live everything is so small that I cannot show you where my star is to be found. It is better like that. My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens . . . they will all be your friends. And, besides, I am going to make you a present..."

He laughed again.

"Ah, little prince, dear little prince! I love to hear that laughter!"

"That is my present. Just that. It will be as it was when we drank the water..."

"What are you trying to say?"

"All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You -you alone- will have the stars as no one else has them."

"What are you trying to say?"

"In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. You -only you- will have stars that can laugh!".

(The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry).

Es que no eras el mismo,

me dices con los ojos quemados de mirarme.

Te dolía la casa, viajabas demasiado y sin motivo,

rodabas por el humo de la noche

igual que el sueño roto de la mesa,

parecías amargo,

muy perdido,

tal vez por otros cuerpos,

tal vez por una fecha 

en la vida de nadie,

una cita sin año ni estación.

El cuervo de la lluvia cruza por la ventana.

Cuando yo no era el mismo,

te quería también.

("Vista cansada", Luis Garía Montero)