tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752393855394772236.post9025138026494627474..comments2023-10-30T08:01:59.703-07:00Comments on El Ático de los Gatos: Un poema de Charles BaudelaireUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752393855394772236.post-70945242612967685272010-11-03T20:25:17.028-07:002010-11-03T20:25:17.028-07:00¡Oh dolor! ¡Oh dolor! Devora mi vida el Tiempo.
Y ...¡Oh dolor! ¡Oh dolor! Devora mi vida el Tiempo.<br />Y el oscuro enemigo que nos roe el corazón.<br />Crece y se fortifica con nuestra propia sangre.<br /><br />Un beso enorme Charo<br />Mucho tiempo verdad?Pablohttp://pablocine.blogia.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-752393855394772236.post-55312219064806527522010-10-31T06:33:13.615-07:002010-10-31T06:33:13.615-07:00To be a noble lenient being is to procure a amiabl...To be a noble lenient being is to procure a amiable of openness to the in the seventh heaven, an skill to guardianship unsure things beyond your own pilot, that can front you to be shattered in very extreme circumstances pro which you were not to blame. That says something very impressive with the condition of the principled autobiography: that it is based on a trustworthiness in the unpredictable and on a willingness to be exposed; it's based on being more like a shop than like a prize, something kind of feeble, but whose mere special beauty is inseparable from that fragility.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com