Meaning
Coming through the mists of time,
sharp is the pain that broke into the frame.
Still, I shall not complain,
nor shall I be forlorn when fleeting joys be gone,
for frightening as it seems, or shattering as it be,
Pain, that old acquaintance of mine,
will belong with us for as long as we belong with life.
And that which might be considered unjust
is what gives meaning to our daily fight.
Cardo y abeja, Somiedo, Agosto 09



Jo dijo
La foto es chula, del resto no me he enterado ni media.
27 Agosto 2009 | 04:57 PM