my dad, who died on April 26, 2002 and loved the sea
mi padre; murió el 26 de abril 2002 y amaba el mar
And yet, for all, I yearn for thee again,
To sail once more upon thy fickle flood:
I'll hear thy waves wash under my death-bed,
Thy salt is lodged for ever in my blood.
(from "Dreams of the Sea" by William H. Davies)
mi padre; murió el 26 de abril 2002 y amaba el mar
And yet, for all, I yearn for thee again,
To sail once more upon thy fickle flood:
I'll hear thy waves wash under my death-bed,
Thy salt is lodged for ever in my blood.
(from "Dreams of the Sea" by William H. Davies)
Siento la marcha de tu padre Marina,es una cosa que no quisiérmos ver nunca.Se le ve muy entusiasmado ahí,como un lobo de mar.
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Siento lo de tu papá, el mio tambien murió hace años (14) y tambien le gustaba el mar.
ReplyDeleteBesinos preciosa.
Gracias, Arena - "lobo de mar", me gusta! Le veo así también. Muchos besos
ReplyDeleteFabia -gracias, y siento la marcha de tu padre. Supongo que tu papá vivía cerca del mar de Asturias -tengo recuerdos muy bonitos de la costa allí. Besos y abrazos
What a lovely tribute, Marina. And how lucky you are to live in Ireland! It is a tremendously beautiful place.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Yes, it is beautiful here; I feel blessed. I've never been to Canada, but from what I have seen and heard, it is an amazing part of the world, too!
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