No se porque la semana pasada me la pase viendo una serie de tv gringa que se llamó "My so-called life" la cual salio en 1994, solo duro una temporada y salia Jared Leto, supongo que por eso la vi. Me la chute por youtube. Terminaba casi todos los dias hasta las 6am, no podia dejar de verla, pero se acabó, obviamente algo inconclusa.
Lo que me gusto mucho de la serie, aparte de Jared Leto, fue un poema que mencionaron de W. Shakespeare, es corto pero emotivo y sincero, y es lo que a continuación pondre àra que tengan la fortuna de darle una leida. Espero les guste.
SONNET 130 by W. Shakespeare.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
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