Song of Myself
I celebrate myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease... observing a spear of
summer grass
(...)
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the
origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good the earth and the sun...
there are millions of suns left,
You shall no longer take things at second or third
hand... nor look through the eyes of the dead...
nor feed on spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things
from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self
5 comentarios:
ues a retomarlo con ganas!!
yo llevo estancada una temporada, xo es que hija, no me da pa todo! jajajajja
btw, stas sentada n un irish car?? q jevi!!!!!
un beso amor!!!
sentada y conduciendo... o bueno, intentando conducir.. porque vaya chungo... y un BMW.. ahí es ná! jajaja
Esto nunca se deja, es así. Yo me tengo tirado más d un año sin escribir, y al final siempre hay algo q contar.
Re-bienvenida!
tu rebienvenida coincide con mi llegada, es una especia de conexión,no?
un bso enorme coraçao!!!
deberías volver.
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