«It’s awful not to live but only sleep... / To see all's being ever multiplied, / To have in past so wildly many sins, / That it’s a shame to look up at the sky. When can I pray for mercy for my sins? / I’m on the last of circles’ strong incline. / But most dread and shameful ...»
«The vomit of the war — the feast of the October! / From all this wine, that desperately stinks, / Oh, how loathsome was later your hangover, / My country, sunk in poverty and sins! To please which dogs or swarms of awful demons, / To what a dream of what an evil sleep, / The people kill...»
«I hate to submit to the people’s desire. / Who likes a yoke of a slave? / Trough whole our life we’re in permanent trial, / After — we lay in a grave. I can’t submit to the Heavenly Low / If Lord are my love and my light. / He gave me the ways on the earth, I’ve to go, / How I...»
«I look at a sea — the greedy one and fervent, / Chained to the earth, on the depleted shore... / Stand by a gulf — over the endless heavens, / And could not fly to azure, as before. I didn’t decide to join or slaves, or rebels, / Have no a courage nor to live, nor — die... / I f...»