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«Es el peso del alma
el que debes dejar;
antes de eso,
ningún lugar te agradará.»
Séneca
«Es el peso del alma
el que debes dejar;
antes de eso,
ningún lugar te agradará.»
Séneca
𝐄𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐭𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬,
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐬, 𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐬.
𝐍𝐨 𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚,
𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐚.
𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐢́𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬,
𝐲 𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨́𝐧 𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐢́𝐚.
𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚,
𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬.
¿𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞́𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬,
𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬, 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐬?
𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐨,
𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐚́𝐬, 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐨, 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝,
𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐳𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐥 𝐯𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐨.
𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨,
𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐥𝐨 𝐞𝐟𝐢́𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨.
𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐚 𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨́𝐧,
𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐚́𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳𝐚.
𝐘 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚́𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚:
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝.
Bienvenido todos a esta, mi participación de la semana en el Club de Poesía auspiciado por la comunidad @freewritehouse. Gracias a la comunidad #blockchainpoets por permitirme postear aquí. Si es de tu agrado participar, aún estás a tiempo, este es el enlace:
ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓 𝕕𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚́𝕒
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
“It is the weight of the soul
that you must leave behind;
Before that,
no place will please you”
Seneca
The English version differs from the original Spanish version because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.
𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬,
𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐬,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤,
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬.
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬,
𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲,
𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲,
𝐖𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥.
𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭,
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫:
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:
ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓
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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
𝐄𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐭𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬,
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐬, 𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐬.
𝐍𝐨 𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚,
𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐚.
𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐢́𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬,
𝐲 𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨́𝐧 𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐢́𝐚.
𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚,
𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬.
¿𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞́𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬,
𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬, 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐬?
𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐨,
𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐚́𝐬, 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐨, 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝,
𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐳𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐥 𝐯𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐨.
𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨,
𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐥𝐨 𝐞𝐟𝐢́𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨.
𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐚 𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨́𝐧,
𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐚́𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳𝐚.
𝐘 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚́𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚:
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝.
Bienvenido todos a esta, mi participación de la semana en el Club de Poesía auspiciado por la comunidad @freewritehouse. Gracias a la comunidad #blockchainpoets por permitirme postear aquí. Si es de tu agrado participar, aún estás a tiempo, este es el enlace:
ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓 𝕕𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚́𝕒
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
“It is the weight of the soul
that you must leave behind;
Before that,
no place will please you”
Seneca
The English version differs from the original Spanish version because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.
𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬,
𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐬,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤,
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬.
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬,
𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲,
𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲,
𝐖𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥.
𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭,
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫:
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:
ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓
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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Dedicado a todos aquellos poetas que contribuyen,
día a día,
a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.
“It is the weight of the soul
that you must leave behind;
Before that,
no place will please you”
Seneca
“It is the weight of the soul
that you must leave behind;
Before that,
no place will please you”
Seneca
The English version differs from the original Spanish version because if I translate it literally, the meaning, rhythm and syllable count are lost.
𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬,
𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐬,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤,
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬.
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬,
𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲,
𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲,
𝐖𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥.
𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭,
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫:
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:
ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓
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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬,
𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐬,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤,
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬.
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬,
𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬,
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲,
𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲,
𝐖𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥.
𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭,
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫:
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:
ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Welcome everyone to this, my participation of the week in the Poetry Club hosted by the @freewritehouse community. Thanks to the #blockchainpoets community for allowing me to post here. If you’d like to join, there’s still time, here’s the link:
ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
Dedicated to all those poets who contribute,
** day by day,**
to make our planet a better world.
