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lunes, 17 de septiembre de 2012

Y EL ÓBOLO BAJO LA LENGUA



Death by Water


Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
                                     A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
                                     Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the whell and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was onces handsome and tall as you.


T.S. Eliot