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Cristo dijo: «Bienaventurados los pobres
y felices los ciegos, tullidos y míseros:
os prometo elevaros sobre el firmamento,
os haré caballeros andantes del cielo;
yo os declaro triunfantes entre los gloriosos».
¡Sea así!; pero ¿qué será entonces de aquellos,
de cuya creación respiramos, vivimos,
cuyos nombres retumban como una llamada?
¿De qué forma podrán expiar su grandeza?;
¿y qué premio tendrán de esa ley de equilibrio?
¿O tal vez Beatriz se volvió una ramera,
sordomudo el mismísimo Wolfgang von Goethe
y Lord Byron bufón chabacano?: ¡qué horror!

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  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
  • Венгерский
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  • Румынский
    Лео Бутнару

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