jueves, 27 de agosto de 2015

Los días de sueños dorados

But when the days of golden dreams had perished
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy.

Emily Brontë

viernes, 21 de agosto de 2015

El verano más hermoso

The fairest summer sinks in shade,
The sweetest blossom dies,
And age finds every beauty fade
That youth esteemed a prize.

John Clare

sábado, 15 de agosto de 2015

lunes, 10 de agosto de 2015

De paseo

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who moved it in the dew before the sun.

Robert Frost

martes, 4 de agosto de 2015