Escuela de pueblo en 1848 de Albert Anker (1896)

Escuela de pueblo en 1848 de Albert Anker (1896)
Escuela de pueblo en 1848 de Albert Anker (1896)

lunes, 9 de diciembre de 2013

Mandela vive

Mandela vive

Invictus

“En medio de la noche oscura,
Negra como un pozo insondable,
Doy gracias al Dios que fuere
Por mi alma inconquistable…
Soy el dueño de mi destino,
Soy el capitán de mi alma”.

(W. E. Henley 1875/1888 )

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.