Cuando, en Ginebra o Zurich, la  fortuna Quiso que yo también fuera poeta, Me impuse, como todos, la secreta Obligación de definir la luna.  Pensaba que el poeta es aquel  hombre Que, como el rojo Adán del paraíso, Impone a cada cosa su preciso Y no verdadero y no sabido nombre.

Redheads get so stereotyped. You&#39;re either exotic and wild or totally Victorian.

Life is like a riding bicycle, no matter how many ups and downs, always looking for a smooth passage.

The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his platonic conception of himself.

Written By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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