21 de Marzo

For the lands and for these passionate days and for myself,
Now I awhile retire to thee O soil of autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart,
Turning a verse for thee.

O earth that hast no voice, confide to me a voice,
O harvest of my lands--O boundless summer growths,
O lavish brown parturient earth--O infinite teeming womb,
A song to narrate thee.(1)

Que por cada hoja caída se renueve una vieja ilusión...


(1) Walt Whitman (Extracto de Return of the Heroes)


Dancing to: All of my Love (Led Zeppelin)