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Este poster lleva en la cabecera de mi cama unos 6 años.

Buen viaje Heath.

 

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4 comentarios

Marta -

Hey!!! Es verdad!!! Todo encaja. Ví Casanova y me llegó al tuétano.

Miriam -

Jop, a mí también, pero yo sí sé por ké. Este hombre también me conkistó en Destino de Caballero, y me reconkistó en Casanova. Nada de Brokeback mountain. Snif. Pobre.

Marta -

:_( Me ha dado mucha pena, y no se x qué.

De Chelonian Mobile -

Do not go gentle into that good night, / Old age should burn and rave at close of day; / Rage, rage against the dying of the light. / Though wise men at their end know dark is right, / Because their words had forked no lightning they / Do not go gentle into that good night. / Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright / Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, / Rage, rage against the dying of the light. / Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, / And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, / Do not go gentle into that good night. / Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight / Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, / Rage, rage against the dying of the light. / And you, my father, there on the sad height, / Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. / Do not go gentle into that good night. / Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas
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