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16.3.15

Feliz San Patricio



I am worn out with dreams; 
A weather-worn, marble triton 
Among the streams; 
And all day long I look 
Upon this lady's beauty 
As though I had found in a book 
A pictured beauty, 
Pleased to have filled the eyes 
Or the discerning ears, 
Delighted to be but wise, 
For men improve with the years; 
And yet, and yet, 
Is this my dream, or the truth? 
O would that we had met 
When I had my burning youth! 
But I grow old among dreams, 
A weather-worn, marble triton 
Among the streams. 
............W. B. Yeats...... 


-“Las mujeres hermosas son invisibles, nos deslumbra tanto el exterior que nunca llegamos a conocer el interior”. Sólo el sexo y el fulgor de la belleza sirven para luchar contra el destino."
En unos minutos es San Patricio,  fuera las penas levantemos la jarra de cerveza y cantemos admirando las endiabladas filigranas que bellas mujeres trazan con sus pies.



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