Això S'està Ensorrant

How quickly time passes! You can't carry a heavy load if you want to make your way. Life is for the brave. It's all just a matter of a few days and time doesn't leave much time. It goes by quickly, like that white jacket that I hadn't even worn yet has gone out of style and shows, damn it, the trap just as the game is over. This is collapsing. Hurry up and come. I'll call you from a phone booth, the only one that works in the city. Let it all go. Get out of the shell and hurry, we'll be late. We have to get rid of the customs we maintain and don't like, of the heartbreaks we have to purge, of the hidden shames that neither eat nor let eat. With diplomas and resentments, set fire to the trunk of disguises. Scatter the ashes to the wind and rescue the prematurely deceased childhood. This is collapsing. Hurry up and come. I'll call you from a phone booth, the only one that works in the city. Let it all go. Get out of the shell and hurry, we'll be late.