We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old
escucho desde la ventana que empieza a llover .. y cuando camino por la calle me mojo, y huelo el hermoso olor a lluvia reciente, algunas ojas calleron, y a lo lejos en el cielo aun se ven los lejanos destellos de luz .
jueves, 24 de marzo de 2011
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