Friday, June 19, 2009, posted by Nemesis at 11:06 PM
      Por John Milton.


      HOW soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
      Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
      My hasting days fly on with full career,
      But my late spring no bud or blossow shew'th.
      Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth
      That I to manhood am arrived so near;
      And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
      That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
      Yet, be it less or more, or soon or slow,
      It shall be still in strictest measure even
      To that same lot, however mean or high,
      Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven.
      All is, if I have grace to use it so,
      As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.


 
5 Comments:


At Saturday, June 20, 2009 12:00:00 PM, Blogger Anisett  アニセット

uy no que rica torta...

felicidades! :D

 

At Saturday, June 20, 2009 7:55:00 PM, Blogger Esteban

Feliz feliz en tu día, que te ganes la loteria (?) :P

Bueno, ojala te recibas lo antes posible, te levantes a luciana salazar (?), y puedas hacer el viaje a Londres y Tokyo :P

Salute!

 

At Tuesday, June 23, 2009 2:39:00 AM, Blogger César

Uhh recién ahora hice el paso por los distintos lugares... 23, los años no vienen solos, un abrazo grande y feliz cumpleaños!!

 

At Tuesday, June 23, 2009 8:01:00 AM, Blogger Hallyna

Festejos y papel picado para tí hermanito nemesiano!!! No quiero ser un asqueroso cliché, pero ojalá sigas aportando alegría en tu blog! Abrazo!!

 

At Wednesday, July 01, 2009 3:25:00 PM, Blogger Nemesis

Muchas gracias a todos por el saludo. Aunque debo reconocer que esa torta no es la que finalmente tuve jaja.