I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the
rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where
we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being
ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the
world everyday. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my
head all the time. Can you understand?
*John Coffey - The Green Mile*
diciembre 31, 2015
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