Lo necesitaba

A tres días de irme, nada mejor.

eso.

Va de películas.

The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day.  Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel.  None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch.  And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones.  And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan't have lied.  It's evident

the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

De Elizabeth Bishop

Un poema que me encanta, leído en "En sus zapatos".

A lo mejor os gusta más (aunque un poco cambiado) leído por Cameron Díaz.

Muak.

atrapada

full of broken thoughts,
i cannot repair

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Que destrucción

Qué pocas ganas

Qué cansancio

Qué insano

Qué día más...lunes

Paseo por Granada

más fotos (sin papeleras ¬¬) de "El niño de las pinturas" aquí

La recomendación del día

Próximo destino...Florida (:
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