El lugar correcto

Earth´s the right place for love:

I don´t know where it´s likely to go better.

Robert Frost

Nada dorado perdura

Nature´s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold,

Her early leaf´s a flower;

But only for an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf,

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day;

Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

De paseo

I went to turn the grass once after one

Who moved it in the dew before the sun.

Robert Frost