Walking in beauty

No es por falta de ganas, ni por falta de ideas, sino por falta de tiempo... y es que ha empezado la Semana Santa y con ello... mis vacaciones! Y qué significa eso? Que no porto por casa!

A cambio, y mientras tanto, os dedico un poemita de Byron que me dedicaron a mí (entre otras) hace un par de días...

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent.