Delitos Poéticos (34).
Luís Menezes Leitão, 03.08.14
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS
No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each 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 manner of thine own Or of thine friend’s were. Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.
John Donne

Guernica, de Pablo Picasso