Tiempo

Cuando esperamos el tiempo desaparece, y nos encontramos en un limbo que poco tiene que ver con lo que normalmente experimentamos como "paso del tiempo".
Cuando esperamos, ansiamos a que aquello (bueno o malo) llegue, pase. Nos cuesta relajar, pensar que el hay que darle tiempo al tiempo y que las cosas que tengan que pasar pasen. Las que no, también. Y como dice Jorge Drexler, por algo será.

Espero que esta sensación de tiempo indescriptible sea pasajera y vuelva a mi linea temporal normal, habitual, rutinaria... pero acaso, no son este tipo de rupturas las que nos hacen sentir algo semejante a aquello que todos buscamos?

Referido a este tema hay dos películas que me parecen dignas de plantear. Una es Cast Away...

We both had done the math. Kelly added it all up and... knew she had to let me go. I added it up, and knew that I had... lost her. 'cos I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So... I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I - , I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over *nothing*. And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I'm back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass... And I've lost her all over again. I'm so sad that I don't have Kelly. But I'm so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?

Y por otro lado La Terminal...

Eat to bite... bite to eat, bite to eat, bite to eat, bitetoeat bitetoeat bitetoeatbitetoeatbitetoeatbitetoeat...