domingo, 18 de abril de 2010
MÁXIMAS EL OASIS VII
“No dejes de imprimir tu impronta a todo lo que realices, es decir: no pienses demasiado.”
You're sure it was this evening?
That we were to wait.
He said Saturday. (Pause.) I think.
I must have made a note of it. (He fumbles in his pockets,
bursting with miscellaneous rubbish.)
(very insidious) But what Saturday? And is it Saturday?
Is it not rather Sunday? (Pause.) Or Monday? (Pause.) Or Friday?
(looking wildly about him, as though the date was
inscribed in the landscape) It's not possible!
(Samuel Beckett, 'Waiting for Godot')