Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Invictus William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have …

Fue en uno de esos libritos con hojas ya amarillentas, las páginas cosidas, llenos de una que otra marquita por todos lados donde hace muchos años encontré este poema. Me sigue gustando tando como …