"He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
but he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lies in eternity's sun rise "W. Blake
viernes, 24 de octubre de 2008
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"He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
but he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lies in eternity's sun rise "W. Blake
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ah bárbaro !!
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