Er is geen grens er is hoop

Hoe vaak ik dit ook vertel tegen dovemandsoren ze kijken allemaal de verkeerde kant op. (Sóc betekent “ik ben…” .)

John Donne schreef in 1624:

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man 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 thy friend’s
Or of thine own were:
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.

Barcelona 2019