Muitas mortes. Lembrei de John Donne, também refletido por Hemingway. A morte de qualquer homem me diminui, porque faço parte da humanidade. For whom the bell tolls No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thine own Or of thine friends were. Each mans death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 21:28:03 +0000
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