tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37301998.post116593697834848061..comments2023-10-26T15:41:26.025+02:00Comments on el adjetivo mata: contemplaciónPablo Gutiérrezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05668258800096200733noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37301998.post-1165956163903441662006-12-12T21:42:00.001+01:002006-12-12T21:42:00.001+01:00Noooo. ¡Procuro que algo de mí perdure! Y que mi r...Noooo. ¡Procuro que algo de mí perdure! Y que mi rostro le dé forma a otros. Lo de tantos, vaya.Pablo Gutiérrezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05668258800096200733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37301998.post-1165956160760707622006-12-12T21:42:00.000+01:002006-12-12T21:42:00.000+01:00Noooo. ¡Procuro que algo de mí perdure! Y que mi r...Noooo. ¡Procuro que algo de mí perdure! Y que mi rostro le dé forma a otros. Lo de tantos, vaya.Pablo Gutiérrezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05668258800096200733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37301998.post-1165950189024827512006-12-12T20:03:00.000+01:002006-12-12T20:03:00.000+01:00Are your mistress' eyes nothing like the sun?Y est...Are your mistress' eyes nothing like the sun?<BR/><BR/>Y estás seguro de que lo procuras?<BR/><BR/>Uhm.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37301998.post-1165949574210885912006-12-12T19:52:00.001+01:002006-12-12T19:52:00.001+01:00Dedosrápidos quiso decir "seguro", obvio.Dedosrápidos quiso decir "seguro", obvio.Pablo Gutiérrezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05668258800096200733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37301998.post-1165949543288662702006-12-12T19:52:00.000+01:002006-12-12T19:52:00.000+01:00Um, lo procuro. Pero mi favorito es, seduro, ése d...Um, lo procuro. Pero mi favorito es, seduro, ése de "My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun..." <BR/>Con ése me revuelco de la risa.Pablo Gutiérrezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05668258800096200733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37301998.post-1165948334674502182006-12-12T19:32:00.000+01:002006-12-12T19:32:00.000+01:00Look in your glass, and tell the face you viewNow ...Look in your glass, and tell the face you view<BR/>Now is the time that face should form another;<BR/>Whose fresh repair if now you don't renew,<BR/>you don't beguile the world, unbless some mother.<BR/>For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb<BR/>Disdains the tillage of your husbandry?<BR/>Or who is he so fond will be the tomb<BR/>Of this self-love, to stop posterity?<BR/>You are your mother's glass, and she in you<BR/>Calls back the lovely April of her prime;<BR/>So you through windows of your age shall see, <BR/>Despite of wrinkles, this your golden time.<BR/>But if you live, remeber'd not to be, <BR/>Die single, and your image dies with you.<BR/><BR/> Shakespeare, Sonnet 3Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com