Porque leer siempre será una forma sutil,
o no tanto de afianzar el espíritu,
de expandirlo,
de negarlo.
Porque los frágiles límites del tiempo presente
y del espacio terrestre implotan
ante la apertura
hacia nuevos horizontes

Experimentando belleza

A vision

Two crowned Kings, and one that stood alone

With no green weight of laurels round his head,

But with sad eyes as one uncomforted.

And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan

For sins no bleating victim can atone

And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.

Girt was he in a garment black and red.

And at his feet I marked a broken stone

Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.

Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame

I cried to Beatricé. "Who are these?"

And she made answer, knowing well each name.

AEschylos first, the second Sophokles,

And last (wide stream of tears!) Euripides."

-Oscar Wilde

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