The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

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Ultimo Aliento (2a parte)

Lo que escribo ahora con esta tinta que se enrojece creo no tiene mas sentido que el color en si,
pero si la vida se tratara de hacer sentido, yo nunca hubiera nacido.... que extraño.
Que extraño que todas ahora tengan tu nombre, incluso esta carta... disculpa si no la termino
... Disculpa si no hable de frente... disculpa si ahora muero... que extraño...

Hace una hora todo estaba listo, tu estabas ahi y el rayo se cernia sobre tu cabeza incauta
Pero parece que incluso la mano de Zeus se hirio al empuñar el trueno asesino...
Mire hacia abajo, te mire, y eras todo lo que nadie con algo de razon esperaria jamas.
Y en tus ojos aun cerrados de sueño pude ver mi reflejo rebosante de muerte y pasion.

Mi pasion... y mi muerte.