18.6.13

Surviving the Rains of Castamere


Playa de Vik, Islandia. Mayo de 2013.

The Rains of Castamere

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

George R.R. Martin A Storm of Swords

Ni un alma que lea, pero hay que escribir. Porque si no, una muere. Superando las lluvias, las grisuras y los dolores. Es lo único que importa al final. Y al principio.
Hay miles de fotos de Islandia que esperan por algún texto. En eso estaré. 
D.B.



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