LEON LEGAZCUE.MY EXISTENTIAL PESIMISM dedicated to those who deny that this life is a valley of tears. I can write the craziest verses this day. Every Sunday repeats the Ferris wheel that does not stop turning Beyond the urine and spilled matter, the entropy, the uncertainty, the gravity and the death that we cannot avoid, there is something sadder than sadness itself. This consciousness of nothingness itself made flesh, that nothing resolves and I neither wish to ask, nor claim, nor express, because Nothing seems to be worth it. Except for some beings. Legazcue ........

 

LEON LEGAZCUE.MY EXISTENTIAL PESIMISM
dedicated to those who deny that this life is a valley of tears.


I can write the craziest verses this day.
Every Sunday repeats the Ferris wheel that does not stop turning

Beyond the urine and spilled matter, the entropy, the uncertainty, the gravity and the death that we cannot avoid, there is something sadder than sadness itself.

This consciousness of nothingness itself made flesh, that nothing resolves and I neither wish to ask, nor claim, nor express, because

Nothing seems to be worth it.
Except for some beings.

Legazcue

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 LEON LEGAZCUE.MI PESIMISMO EXISTENCIAL

dedicado a los que niegan que esta vida es un valle de lagrimas.

Puedo escribir los versos mas locos este dia.

Cada domingo se repite la noria que no para de girar

Mas alla de la orina y la materia derramada .la entropia,la incertidumbre ,la gravedad y la muerte que no podemos evitar ,existe algo mas triste que la tristeza misma.

Esta conciencia de la nada misma hecha carne ,que nada resuelve y ni deseo preguntar,ni reclamar ,ni expresar,porque

Nada parece valer la pena.

Salvo algunos seres.

Leon Legazcue

...LEON LEGAZCUE.MY EXISTENTIAL PESIMISM

dedicated to those who deny that this life is a valley of tears.


I can write the craziest verses this day.
Every Sunday repeats the Ferris wheel that does not stop turning

Beyond the urine and spilled matter, the entropy, the uncertainty, the gravity and the death that we cannot avoid, there is something sadder than sadness itself.

This consciousness of nothingness itself made flesh, that nothing resolves and I neither wish to ask, nor claim, nor express, because

Nothing seems to be worth it.
Except for some beings.

Legazcue
 

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