04 septiembre, 2010

Yo no sé mañana...

Cómo odio no saber que va a pasar mañana... Tengo pegada esta canción, bonita, me hace pensar... recordar...



"El tiempo es el mejor autor: siempre encuentra un final perfecto"
Charles Chaplin

To the virgins, to make much of time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Robert Herrick

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