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viernes, 22 de octubre de 2010

Historia cuando ya es tarde.

Robert Frost

Love has earth to which she clings  
With hills and circling arms about—  
Wall within wall to shut fear out.  
But Thought has need of no such things,  
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.
On snow and sand and turf, I see  
Where Love has left a printed trace  
With straining in the world’s embrace.  
And such is Love and glad to be.  
But Thought has shaken his ankles free.
Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom  
And sits in Sirius’ disc all night,  
Till day makes him retrace his flight,  
With smell of burning on every plume,  
Back past the sun to an earthly room.
His gains in heaven are what they are.  
Yet some say Love by being thrall  
And simply staying possesses all  
In several beauty that Thought fares far  
To find fused in another star. 
"Bond and Free" - Robert Frost

"Lágrima" - Francisco Tárrega

2 comentarios:

  1. Qué sorpresa la canción del villarrealense Francesc Tàrrega, ya te has animado a publicar,ehhhh.

    Muchos ánimos y buen fin de semna. Un beso !

  2. Si es que de vez en cuando salgo de mi locura generalizada y me fijo en cosas verdaderamente geniales. tampoco te acostumbres jeje