Nada, yo leyendo a Robert Frost.
Ernesto,one of my favorites from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.I shot an Arrow into the airIt fell to earth I know not where,For so swiftly it flew, the sightCould not follow it in its flight.I breath'd a Song into the airIt fell to earth, I know not where.For who has sight so keen and strongThat it can follow the flight of a song?Long, long afterward in an oakI found the Arrow still unbroke;And the Song from begining to endI found again in the heart of a friend. Longfellow
That's a good one, too, Sharpshooter.
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