La voz de uno

A veces no es posible saber lo que quieres. Cuando no sabes a dónde vas no puedes invitar a nadie. Si no estás seguro, tampoco puedes ofrecer.
La bruma está arriba y a veces pienso que no sólo es condensación de agua, sino una manifestación difusa que recuerda que nos vamos de a poco y no siempre solos.

To the Virgins, to make much of Time

Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

To the Virgins, to make much of Time

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.


The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he 's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he 's to setting.


That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.