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Edgar Allan Poe: Una muerte misteriosa 166 años después

Edgar Allan Poe: Una muerte misteriosa 166 años después Tal día como hoy, hace ya 166 años, fallecía Edgar Allan Poe, uno de los maestros universales del relato corto de terror. Su muerte, sin embargo, continúa siendo un gran misterio hoy en día, ya que se desconoce si fue un asesinato, un intento de suicidio o simplemente... una desgracia del destino. El 3 de octubre de 1849, Joseph W. Walker, un joven periodista, encontró a Poe en una cuneta de Baltimore tirado medio inconsciente y con la ropa de otra persona.

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  1. It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of Annabel Lee;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    But we loved with a love that was more than love—
    I and my Annabel Lee—
    With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsmen came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
    Went envying her and me—
    Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we—
    Of many far wiser than we—
    And neither the angels in Heaven above
    Nor the demons down under the sea
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

    For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
    In her sepulchre there by the sea—
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.

    Musicalizado en castellano por Radio Futura: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuZMhbU5TPY
  2. Yo creo que se puede asegurar que no fue un intento de suicidio.
  3. #1 Grandísima versión de Radio Futura. Para mí, el mejor tema del mejor grupo de la movida
  4. #2 Quizás, él intentó suicidarse y, después, alguien le ayudó a rematar la faena. :-P
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