Am descoperit o frumoasa poetessa poloneza. A castigat si un premiu Nobel, in '96. Imi place cum scrie despre moarte, scriind de fapt despre viata.
"On Death, Withought Exaggeration
Wislawa Szymborska
…
There's no life that couldn't be immortal
if only for a moment.
Death
always arrives by that very moment too late.
In vain it tugs
at the knobof the invisible door.
As far as you've come
can't be undone."
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