December 2011
25 posts
Macbeth, V.v.24-28
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
“Escrúpulo
Me parece que vivo
que estoy entre los ruidos
que miro las...”
– O. Girondo
