sábado, 11 de maio de 2013

Por quem os sinos dobram?

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 friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

John Donne

Small boy drinking water in his home in Kentucky, 1964   American soldier Walton Trohon cleaning the face of a young French orphan, France, 25 November 1944

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