Decían que el banco era invencible
Decían que toda mi lucha sería inútil.
Pero hoy recuperé todo.
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Hamletmaschine
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13:50
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Hamletmaschine
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08:29
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Hamletmaschine
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10:29
That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
You! hypocrite lecteur!--mon semblable!--mon frère!"
[ T. S. Eliot, The Wasteland (The Burial of the Dead), 1922 ]
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Hamletmaschine
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07:31