Madre Noche, de Kurt Vonnegut

Posted by Lluís Salvador | Posted in , | Posted on viernes, abril 23, 2010

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-Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
"This is my own, my native land!"
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand?

[¿Alienta el hombre, de alma tan muerta,
que jamás se haya dicho:
"¡Esta es mi tierra propia, nativa!";
cuyo corazón en su interior nunca haya ardido
cuando al hogar sus pasos a dirigido
desde un extranjero vagar?]

Sir Walter Scott

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