PEDRO BONIFACIO PALACIO - Madrid (ESPAÑA)

If they prostrate you ten times, you get up

other ten, other a hundred, other five hundred:

they must be your falls so violent

neither neither, for law, they must be so many.

With the brilliant hunger with which the plants

they assimilate the avaricious humus,

swallowing the bitterness of the insults

the saints and the saints were formed.

Almost asinine obsession, to be strong,

nothing else needs the creature,

and in any unhappy one I am figured

that the hooks of the luck are dented...

All the incurable ones have cure

five seconds before their death!

PIU AVANTI!

Don't give you for conquered, neither even conquered,

you don't sit down slave, neither even slave;

trembling of panic, think you brave,

and it attacks ferocious, already not well wounded.

Have the firmness of the molded nail

that already old and vile, it is nail again;

not the cowardly stupidity of the turkey

that their plumage drops to the first noise.

It proceeds as God that he never cries;

or I eat Lucifer that he never prays;

or as the grove whose greatness

he needs of the water and he doesn't implore it...

That it bites and shout avenging,

already rotating in the powder, your head!