LLego novio de SP

Novio me da felicidad.

ME da tranquilidad.

Es mi cable a tierra.

Yo soy la loca. La bipolar.

Novio es tranquilo. Nada lo turba.

Y eso es genial.

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Funeral Blues

Funeral Blues – W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin,

let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,

Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest My noon,

my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 

Meterse en lios

Hoy escuche que el Papa fue y se metio en el Lio de Medio Oriente para tratar de resolverlo.

Me encanto esa simple reflexion. Nadie lo habia llamado, el fue y se metio ahi, en un lio dificil, en un lio que es mas facil fracasar que tenere exito. E igual lo hizo.