hitomi89

Monika, 26, Femmina, PoloniaUltimo accesso: Febbraio 2015

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Najpierw przyszli po komunistów, ale się nie odezwałem, bo nie byłem komunistą. Potem przyszła kolej na Żydów, i znowu się nie odezwałem, bo nie byłem Żydem. Potem przyszli po związkowców, i znowu się nie odezwałem - bo nie należałem do związków zawodowych. Potem przyszli po katolików i nie protestowałem, bo byłem protestantem. Wreszcie przyszli po mnie - i nie było już nikogo, kto wstawiłby się za mną.
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring on the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public droves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moons and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

- W. H. Auden

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