Para ti, que compartes conmigo este trayecto.

martes, 31 de mayo de 2011

Ahora mismo.

Walt Whitman, 1819-1892.



"Parecía un dios anoche, sentado en un sillón de terciopelo rojo, todo el cabello blanco, la barba sobre el pecho, las cejas como un bosque, la mano en un cayado".

José Martí.


"Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself. 


It is not far. It is within reach. 


Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land." 


Walt WhitmanLeaves of Grass.

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