Poco importa. Igual todo terminará

jueves, 18 de junio de 2009

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 on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe 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 for ever: 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.

Y nada tiene que agregarse, espero que se este cagando de risa de nosotros en algún lado.

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Posted by Nat at 10:06 |


At 18 de junio de 2009, 12:50, Blogger kielov said........
No tengo muchas palabras para agregar, solo quería saludar a todos los que me conocen y decir que la radio está genial y que 4 Bodas y 1 funeral es un peliculón!!!

At 18 de junio de 2009, 14:39, Blogger Nat said........

voy a extrañar a ese Dick