Las tarde nostálgicas se prestan para la poesía, les comparto uno de mi infancia.
The Sun
I told the sun that I was glad,
I'm sure I don't know why;
Somehow the pleasant way he had
Of shining in the sky,
Just put a notion in my head
That wouldn't it be fun.
If, walking on the hill, I said…
"I'm happy" to the sun.
John Drinkwater
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