Piu avanti!
Do not give up, even defeated,
do not feel a slave, even enslaved;
trembling with fright, think yourself brave,
and assault fiercely, when badly hurt.
Have the tenacity of the rusted nail
that old and ruined, is nail again;
not the coward stupidity of the turkey
that shrinks its feathers at the first noise.
Do like God who never cries;
or like Lucifer, who never prays;
or like the oak grove, that in its greatness
needs water but does not plea...
May it bite and clamor vengeful,
rolling in the dust, your head!
Pedro Bonifacio Palacios"Almafuerte"(1854-1917)
1 comment:
I love this poem!!! Where did you find a translation of it? Because the original is in spanish
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