18: Algún día lloraremos por todos nuestros actos.
0: ¿Cuándo?
18: El día que muramos y descubramos que todos somos iguales.
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March 25th, 2008 at 3:09 am
me ha recordado un montón a unas palabras de Shakespeare del Mercader de Venecia:
“If you prick us, do we not bleed?
if you tickle us, do we not laugh?
if you poison us, do we not die?
and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?”