Pienso, pienso... y pienso un poco mas. Hay veces que comparto, pero pienso que se burlan... o me juzgan... o lo usaran en contra mia. Quizas sea mi loca paranoia, no lo se, no soy psicologa pero tampoco sere psiquiatra.
Me canse.
Me canse de pensar en ti.
Me canse de que lo usen en contra mio.
Me canse de que me duela.
Me canse de que me sea tan dificil.
Me canse de caerme, porque cada vez caigo mas bajo, y cada vez me duele mas.
Me canse de llorar.
Me canse de fingir y pretender.
Me canse de esta puta situacion.
Simplemente... me canse.
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How is your film watching going?
Last Tango is incredibly rich. Anyone with half a brain and interest in the human condition will find a gold mine here. Most reviewers are blinded by the sex (which tells me that they don't laid much frankly), but I find the film to be mostly about vulnerability, something none of the reviews I have ever read examine in detail.
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