Ya que de poesía hablé, aquí les entrego uno de mis poemas. Está en Inglés, y me quedó fantástico. Incluso, cada vez que lo leo, me queda la duda de si lo escribí yo en realidad. Pero afortunadamente sí lo hice. Le puse fecha y hora. Dice mucho sobre mi pensamiento y persona. Here it is:
FABLE
There is always a way
to make from our lives what we may,
to seize with heartful passion our lot
belonging to us from start, but to them not.
Shall we find a god to believe in
or shall we trust the men that sin?
I have found for truth what I insist
from here to eternity, when I shan't exist.
For though wrong sometimes I was
it was I who in the end brought the cause;
'twas not my friend neither my foe
'twas me from hair to toe.
This truth therefore I hold,
till the day I be dead and cold:
"I shall never wrong behave
if I trust myself until my grave."
14 Sept. 1995 19:26
FABLE
There is always a way
to make from our lives what we may,
to seize with heartful passion our lot
belonging to us from start, but to them not.
Shall we find a god to believe in
or shall we trust the men that sin?
I have found for truth what I insist
from here to eternity, when I shan't exist.
For though wrong sometimes I was
it was I who in the end brought the cause;
'twas not my friend neither my foe
'twas me from hair to toe.
This truth therefore I hold,
till the day I be dead and cold:
"I shall never wrong behave
if I trust myself until my grave."
14 Sept. 1995 19:26
1 comentario:
Quierase menos po tio Orly
xD
jajaja no si en realidad esta bueno
Y entendi!! :DDDDDDDD
Ya chaleco.
-Anxe
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