Si hablamos de placeres sencillos que hacen la diferencia, me vienen a la cabeza dos:
1-. Una taza de buen café humeante una mañana fría.
2-. Caminar sin rumbo por horas y horas.
Friday, April 04, 2014
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All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
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