"Be near me when i fade away,
to point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.
....
Come: not in whatches of the night,
But where the sunbean broodeth warm,
Come, beauteous in thine after form,
And like a finer light in light."
A. Tennyson
martes, 22 de enero de 2013
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viernes, 11 de enero de 2013
domingo, 6 de enero de 2013
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