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After the first death, there is no other.

Dolor. Un padre lleva a su hijo muerto en brazos en Franja de Gaza. Fuente: afp

A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London

Dylan Thomas

Never until the mankind making

Bird beast and flower

Fathering and all humbling darkness

Tells with silence the last light breaking

And the still hour

Is come of the sea tumbling in harness

And I must enter again the round

Zion of the water bead

And the synagogue of the ear of corn

Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound

Or sow my salt seed

In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn

The majesty and burning of the child's death.

I shall not murder

The mankind of her going with a grave truth

Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath

With any further

Elegy of innocence and youth.

Deep with the first dead lies London's daughter,

Robed in the long friends,

The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother,

Secret by the unmourning water

Of the riding Thames.

After the first death, there is no other.

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7:47 a.m.

buen articulo, amigo n:)    

10:37 a.m.



6:19 p.m.

Si, es importante señor Thays que usted de alguna manera se pronuncie ante la barbarie que viene sucediendo en la Franja de Gaza. Y este post -sobre todo la fotografia- vienen al caso.

Solidaridad con los civiles inocentes que son como los unicos cuerdos en este mundo de gobernantes psicopatas, criminales!!!    

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