Ideas that will cause our head to be cut off/ Camilo Jose Cela
The thoughts that drive us crazy with the worst of follies, those of sadness, always arrive little by little without feeling, like fog invades the fields or consumption the chest. It advances fatal, tireless, but slow and regular like a pulse. Today we do not notice it; maybe neither tomorrow, nor the day after tomorrow, […]
In Ukraine, my own land/ Taras Shevchenko
Dig my grave and raise my barrowBy the Dnieper-sideIn Ukraine, my own land,A fair land and wide.I will lie and watch the cornfields,Listen through the yearsTo the river voices roaring,Roaring in my ears. When I hear the callOf the racing flood,Loud with hated blood,I will leave them all,Fields and hills; and force my wayRight up […]
