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Yra dalykų apie kuriuos nekalbama.
Visi žino, bet tyli. Auksinė tviskanti tyla.
Nutylėjimų auksas.
Yra dalykų, kurie nesibaigia ir nesustoja.
Prasismelkia ir gyvena kiekvienoje tavo ląstelėje.

pakimbi tarp dabar ir po to

tiesa yra melas

to square the circle

time and tide wait for no man

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie     
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow     
In Flanders fields.


by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
  That mark our place; and in the sky
  The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
  Loved and were loved, and now we lie      In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
  The torch; be yours to hold it high.
  If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow      In Flanders fields.

by John McCrae, May 1915

"What did you do in the Great War Mr Joyce?"
"I wrote Ulysses. What did you do?"

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