Sidney Lumet. “Network”. 1976
“… I sank to my knees hands over my ears
I could have heard what nobody hears
But I blew out the match with a weary breath
Checked my stash, there was nothing left
Stuck my face into the night
Tasted the rain that came with the light
Sitting in the back with a sneaking suspicion
Happy with my lazy ambition”
Algunas personas no existen en la verdadera realidad, experimentan una realidad de medianías, la vivencia de la inconsciencia mediocre, aunque en lo más interior acepten esa decadencia.
“… I sank to my knees hands over my ears
I could have heard what nobody hears
But I blew out the match with a weary breath
Checked my stash, there was nothing left
Stuck my face into the night
Tasted the rain that came with the light
Sitting in the back with a sneaking suspicion
Happy with my lazy ambition”
Algunas personas no existen en la verdadera realidad, experimentan una realidad de medianías, la vivencia de la inconsciencia mediocre, aunque en lo más interior acepten esa decadencia.
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