tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470663085607422765.post5220221736526772714..comments2012-12-20T12:26:16.301-08:00Comments on Taller de Escritura Creativa: Sesión IVMIGUELÓNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01158714272662800484noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470663085607422765.post-31238381919136589562012-12-20T12:26:16.301-08:002012-12-20T12:26:16.301-08:00Dish, menuda equivocación. Lo siento mucho :(Dish, menuda equivocación. Lo siento mucho :(luzysombrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13342830904060634002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470663085607422765.post-47510870036280342612012-12-20T02:37:03.606-08:002012-12-20T02:37:03.606-08:00Muy bonito el poema. Pero he de decir que el resum...Muy bonito el poema. Pero he de decir que el resumen lo ha escrito Rocío yo solo lo he puesto en la página Sergio Martínez Románhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08487354027425760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4470663085607422765.post-85678124576116901942012-12-18T13:28:49.452-08:002012-12-18T13:28:49.452-08:00Jack, ya veo como nuestra queridísima Rocío se ha ...Jack, ya veo como nuestra queridísima Rocío se ha escaqueado de su pequeña tarea. No puede ser, no puede ser... <br />Bueno, para inaugurar este apartado de comentarios, qué mejor que poner un poema, digo yo. Ayer, -no sé si os disteis cuenta los que estabais-, en la clase que estaba abierta al lado del salón de actos donde actuamos, había un montón de poesía colgada en un corcho. De entre todos aquellas, descubrí una que no había leido hasta ahora y que me gustó, así que aquí os la dejo para que la disfrutéis. Un beso para todos los tripulantes :)<br /><br />If…<br /><br />If you can keep your head when all about you <br />Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; <br />If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, <br />But make allowance for their doubting too; <br />If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, <br />Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, <br />Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, <br />And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;<br /><br />If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; <br />If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim; <br />If you can meet with triumph and disaster <br />And treat those two imposters just the same; <br />If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken <br />Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, <br />Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, <br />And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;<br /><br />If you can make one heap of all your winnings <br />And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, <br />And lose, and start again at your beginnings <br />And never breath a word about your loss; <br />If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew <br />To serve your turn long after they are gone, <br />And so hold on when there is nothing in you <br />Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;<br /><br />If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, <br />Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch; <br />If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; <br />If all men count with you, but none too much; <br />If you can fill the unforgiving minute <br />With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run – <br />Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, <br />And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son! "<br /><br />He preferido copiar la original porque en la traducción se cargaban el texto.luzysombrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13342830904060634002noreply@blogger.com