Me describo con las palabras de otros...
Entrego mi destino a sus ideas preconcebidas...y disfruto de su manera de ver las cosas.
For you...
Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; | |
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, | |
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me. |
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