I'm not myself.
am this is going to me without me seeing him;
that sometimes, I'll see,
and sometimes forgotten.
who remains calm and silent when I speak,
who forgives sweet when I hate,
who walks where I'm not
which will remain standing when I die.
Juan Ramón Jiménez
Eternities.
(The poem is good layout, the first two lines are indented that blogspot does not allow me respect. With him was Juan Ramon rigorous editing, all the outrages committed in these telematics days would remove him crazy. I apologize, but serve little, perhaps to angels and ghosts).
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