El último de mis textos en inglés del ciclo tétrico (ya tenía ganas de acabar con tanto pesimismo, jejeje).
STYX
Nobody, not even the
one dragging his steps with discouragement, or the one which chokes on his own
regret. Neither the one succumbing to the burning scorch nor the one that
disappears into the pit of oblivion. No one is unhappier than the one who
hates. For he who hates willingly dives into the dark, cold waters, voluntarily
accesses to his ordeal, surrenders to the easiest and worst path. Hatred is
sorrow, is groaning, is torture, is misguidance, and much more. It is the worst
torment human being can inflict in all directions, and it’s the most difficult
to overcome. For he who sets foot across the border never understands, until
it’s too late, that to cross that river you have to pay the price.
(Imagen: Wikipedia)
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