Bright Star

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Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art -

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon th mountains and the moors -

No - yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever - or else swoon to death.

J.Keats.

Estrellita, estrellita - no me abandones en este terrible

sueño que se apodera del invierno. Arrópame cuando tenga

ganas de verla. Recuérdame que estaremos juntos en

este camino angosto y desierto de un Amor Muerto.

Abrázame esta noche cuando desfallezca en tus brazos y grite su nombre.

Entierra su nombre en el Mar y que la tempestad consuma

el fuego de mi interior.

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