"April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers."
"Al que sin cesar se esfuerza por ascender... a ese podemos salvarlo". Goethe
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