Stop all the clocks , Cut off the telephone W.H.Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
A la memoria de mi queridisimo Tío Mon que acaba esta mañana de dejar este mundo.
Yo sin embargo creo que el amor durará siempre que quien te quiere te tenga en sus pensamientos. Éso, es en realidad lo que significa para mi la inmortalidad asi que,
PD. Dale un beso a papá cuando le veas.
3 comentarios
Jose Lisardo -
Lo siento.
Jose Lisardo
Jose Lisardo -
No se como contactar y queria preguntarte si hay algun sitio donde este completo el Meteorologia para surfers.
Muchas gracias
KingMatt -
Un Abrazo.