Nunca me canso de este poema
| Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by: Robert Frost |
| Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer He gives his harness bells a shake The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, |
Precioso. Absolutamente precioso y escalofriante.
Themocracy
Tuve que memorizar y recitar ese poema para mi clase de Ingles en Naches. De vez en cuando estare haciendo cualquier tonteria y de repente me acuerdo de una o dos lineas y recito el poema en mi cabeza.
Otro que me gusta mucho es
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Pese a la pereza inicial lo he leído, me pegaría mucho con el Damnation de opeth sonando de fondo. Check it out!
Cuando estoy apunto de resfriarme, y si puedo permitírmelo, salgo a ponerme malo del todo, de fiesta o lo que sea, así solo tengo que pasar un par de días encamado sudando y no toda la semana regulero
Jajajaja, qué artista eres… yo no puedo permitírmelo con la cantidad de curro que tengo. Puf, qué hastío.
(Descargando Damnation.)
Qué bueno es ese también
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¡A mí también se me vienen frases del primero a la mente en momentos inesperados!