Invisible

"I continued writing in the first person, grew more and more dissatisfied with the results, and eventually stopped. The pause lasted several months (difficult months, anguished months) and then one night the solution came to me. My approach had been wrong, I realized. By writing about myself in the first person, I had smothered myself and made myself invisible, had made it impossible for me to find the thing I was looking for. I needed to separate myself from myself, to step back and carve out some space between myself and my subject (which was myself), and therefore (...) I began writing in the third person. I became He."

Invisible

Paul Auster

Confusiones

Te confundes y confundes.

Se confunden y te confunden.

Podría parecerte un trabalenguas si no fuera porque sabes que para trabalenguas, el de tus sentimientos.

Cariño, celos, amor, rencor, decepción, perdón, amistad. Más palabras que añadir al trabalenguas, porque aunque no sean difíciles de pronunciar, sí son complicadas de conjugar; al menos todas juntas en la misma oración.

Juntas y revueltas.

En fin, que confuso anda el autor y confuso se queda el lector....