poema en inglés con presente perfecto y pasado simple
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Sitting in the park in the city
Tall green trees all around me
Sunlight filtering through every branch
Thus I will do my best to be quite witty
The silence in the park calms my spirit
People walking slowly so peacefully
Many of them sitting down reading a book
Some come and go riding a bicycle so happily
Not far from me
The sound of water in the brook
A child playing with a swing
Another sitting down playing in the sand
Who knows what tomorrow will bring,
although we live far away in another land
People are born
People die
All of us strive to be happy
Others think life can be rather crappy
In the end, one day we all will fly
Sitting in the park,
on an autumn pleasant day
Watching people walking by
So many things we want to say
How many times we will have to cry
Explicación: Tambien este :
Everything in its own time, a time to each thing,
scale of endless melodies,
rose bushes do not always give us their roses;
more always of the night, what follows is the day.
All in good time. A time to each thing,
from storm to rain, from rain to dew;
the cocoon transforms into a subtle butterfly
and the waters of the sea, are nourished by the rivers.
Neither before nor after, the moment is now;
the before has already passed, the after has not arrived,
and time, endless dance of hours,
it does not return the compass of the steps taken.
Everything that came knocking on our door
in the light of love, he has to find it open;
and if it is to say, to say in some way:
that nothing has been in vain, that everything has been lived.
As we set out towards the western blue,
crossing and stopover of any ship;
do not storm the brave sailboat,
it will find a new sun and a new continent.
And if you grieve life or living amuses you,
do not blame life, love or luck;
endless melodies that flow from the torrent,
endless decisions of the present moment.