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Este es, hasta hoy, un poema que contiene buena parte de mi pensamiento. La imagen lo completa.
CROSSING THE BAR
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of he bar When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep, too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dak!
And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
the flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face
when I have crossed the bar.
[Alfred Tennyson]Imagen: callejón de Las Juntas, Catamarca.
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