Ის, რასაც სხვები სიყვარულს უწოდებენ, სინამდვილეში უცხო ქვეყნიდან დრო და დრო გამოგზავნილი ღია ბარათებით გაცხადებული გადასახლებაა.
¿Habré estado durmiendo mientras los otros sufrían? ¿Estaré durmiendo en este momento? ¿Qué diré mañana, cuando crea despertar, de este día? ¿Que he esperado a Godot, en este lugar, con mi amigo Estra...
The question may be asked, off the record, why time doesn't pass, from you, why it piles up all about you, instant on instant, on all sides, deeper and deeper, thicker and thicker, your time, other's...
The last at last seen of himhimself unseen by himand of himselfA rest.The last Mr. Murphy saw of Mr. Endon was Mr. Murphy unseen by Mr. Endon. This was also the last Murphy saw of Murphy.A rest.The re...
Estragon: we lost our rights?vladimir: we got rid of them.
The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.
The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groan...
My anger subsides, I'd like to pee.
Mais voyons ! Si elle se tenait coïte nous serions baisés.
I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
It is the role of objects to restore silence
It is so easy to accept, so easy to refuse, when the call is heard, so easy, so easy. But to us, in our windowlessness, in our bloodheat, in our hush, to us who could not hear the wind, nor see the su...
I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.
I shall be neutral and inert. No difficulty there. Throes are the only trouble, I must be on my guard against throes. But I am less given to them now, since coming here.
I am in my mother's room. It's I who live there now. I don't know how I got there. Perhaps in an ambulance, certainly a vehicle of some kind. I was helped. I'd never have got there alone. There's this...
Here all is strange.
For I shall be far away, before these lines are read, in a place where no one will dream of coming to look for me.
Evoke at painful junctures, when discouragement threatens to raise its head, the image of a vast cretinous mouth, red blubber and slobbering, in solitary confinement, extruding indefatigably, with a n...
Estragon: Suppose we repented.Vladimir: Repented what?Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn’t have to go into the details.Vladimir: Our being born?
Das verliert allmählich jeden Sinn' - 'Noch nicht genug