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I woke up one morning feeling that there was something different in me. It took me a while to realize what is was. I had lost my conscience.
At first I was puzzled. It wasn't under the bed or in the living room. I looked for it in the places I used to leave it, outside my work place, at the door of the bar, but nothing. I asked my friends if they have seen it, but I think they had enough troubles taking care of theirs.
So, I choose to live without conscience. I thought that it would be a freeing experience, but after a while I started to feel that I needed one. I think I'm not made to be a Nietzsche's Superman after all.
Then I tried to acquire a new conscience. It's amazing how many people are ready to sell theirs. But the ones I found didn't satisfied me. Some were too small, others were too used. One was even bigger than myself.
I was resigned to live the rest of my life under those painful circumstances. Until, one day, the doorbell rang. It was my conscience, it came back! I was so happy to see it again that I took it immediately.
But it had changed. It was a little battered and had discovered the meaning of the phrase "wild world". And it had news for me.
Now I live with a pregnant conscience.
At first I was puzzled. It wasn't under the bed or in the living room. I looked for it in the places I used to leave it, outside my work place, at the door of the bar, but nothing. I asked my friends if they have seen it, but I think they had enough troubles taking care of theirs.
So, I choose to live without conscience. I thought that it would be a freeing experience, but after a while I started to feel that I needed one. I think I'm not made to be a Nietzsche's Superman after all.
Then I tried to acquire a new conscience. It's amazing how many people are ready to sell theirs. But the ones I found didn't satisfied me. Some were too small, others were too used. One was even bigger than myself.
I was resigned to live the rest of my life under those painful circumstances. Until, one day, the doorbell rang. It was my conscience, it came back! I was so happy to see it again that I took it immediately.
But it had changed. It was a little battered and had discovered the meaning of the phrase "wild world". And it had news for me.
Now I live with a pregnant conscience.
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My Summer Without a Conscience
Suena mejor así. Además no es obligatorio escribir preposiciones ("without") en mayusculas en el título. Pero tampoco es incorrecto.
I woke up one morning feeling that there was something different about me.
Suena un poco más natural...
I looked for it in the places I used to leave it, outside my work place, at the door of the bar, but found nothing. (Or, "... but to no result.")
I asked my friends if they had seen it, but they seemed to have enough trouble taking care of their own.
Tu versión no es incorrecta, pero así suena más idiomático.
So (no comma) I chose to live without a conscience.
I thought that it would be a liberating experience, but after a while I started to feel that I needed one.
I think I wasn't made to be a Nietzsche's Superman after all.
But the ones I found didn't satsify me.
Some were too small, others were too used. ("too worn out" might be better.)
I was resigned to living the rest of my life under those painful circumstances.
It was my conscience; it had come back!
My Summer Without Conscience
This is perfectly fine, you don't need "a".
I woke up one morning feeling that there was something different about me.
It took me a while to realize what is this was.
I looked for it in the places that I used to leave it, outside my work place, at the door of the bar, but found nothing.
I asked my friends if they have had seen it, but I think they had enough troubles taking care of theirs own.
So, I choose chose to live without conscience.
I thought that it would be a freeing liberating experience, but after a while I started to feel that I needed one.
I think I'm not made to be a Nietzsche's Superman after all.
O, pueda decir "I think I'm not made to be a Nietzsche Superman after all." Es decir, "Nietzsche" está funciando como un adjetivo que describe "Superman".
But the ones I found didn't satisfied satisfy me.
Some were too small, others were too used worn out.