23 de octubre de 2009


Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue.

Bob Dylan

Eso es la poesía para mí.

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