(...) Farewell, happy fields,
Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail,
Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell,
Receive thy new possessor - one who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
(...)
John Milton
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That's why through our mind we can sail away from all misfortunes:
ResponderEliminar"When at home alone I sit,
And I'm very tired of it,
I have just to shut my eyes
to go sailing through the skies -
- To go sailing far away
To the pleasant land of play."
Robert Louis Stevenson
I liked this poem a lot. Thank you!
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