There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Lord Byron.
FELIZ DÍA, TIERRA.
1 comentario:
GRACIAS Ca. ¿Por qué? Por estar siempre, pase lo que pase conmigo. Te amo capa, y te voy a torturar hasta el fin de los días (?) -Posta-
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