He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the Heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloth under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats.

TENGO MIEDO

BUENAS

"eche veinte centavos en la ranura si quiere ver la vida color de rosa"

Y SI TE GUSTA EL DURAZNO, TENES Q BANCARTE EL CAROZO