miércoles, 7 de abril de 2010
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Ahora la única forma de desahogarse es.. escribiendo.
¿Qué le pasa al mundo? ¿Se está volviendo loco? ...
Aunque en cierto modo...
Farewell, thou are too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,
The chrater of thy worth gives thee releasing:
My bonds in the thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter:
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
W. Shakespeare
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