| I many times thought Peace had come When Peace was far away — As Wrecked men —deem they sight the Land— At Centre of the Sea— And struggle slacker —but to prove As hopeslessy as I— How many the fictitious Shores— Before the Harbor be— Emily Dickinson |
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Viva el erizo que en una de sus patas sostiene un poema de Emily, la que veía mundos encerradita en su habitación.
:) "Una vez oí decir: no hay prisión si puedes sonreír"
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