tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105526725524971794.post703226551896926115..comments2023-10-22T12:36:53.610-03:00Comments on Huginn y Muninn - Pensamiento y Memoria: El verdugo y el papistagoolianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08133438523227520697noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105526725524971794.post-27706139543223393302008-08-26T22:07:00.000-03:002008-08-26T22:07:00.000-03:00En Venezuela, mi país, hay dos bandos que llaman, ...En Venezuela, mi país, hay dos bandos que llaman, a veces, a ir a la calle para defender la patria. Este post nos viene de perlas, ojalá lo leyera más gente y qué buena la frase de Zweig. Saludos, amigo.David Colinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07444006544224127855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105526725524971794.post-32188997485650158102008-08-26T09:33:00.000-03:002008-08-26T09:33:00.000-03:00Thou art so smart.Visita inesperada, se me ocurre ...Thou art so smart.<BR/>Visita inesperada, se me ocurre una sola persona que conoce el tema y la letra.<BR/>Cómo va ?goolianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08133438523227520697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105526725524971794.post-25923096081700211412008-08-25T22:09:00.000-03:002008-08-25T22:09:00.000-03:00"Forgive me God, we hang him in thy name"."Forgive me God, we hang him in <B>thy</B> name".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105526725524971794.post-87372941969689461272008-08-25T14:08:00.000-03:002008-08-25T14:08:00.000-03:00The village square stands quiet with the curfew st...The village square stands quiet with the curfew still in force<BR/>The streets are even clear of dogs and whores<BR/>Like some evil bird of prey the scaffold spreads its wings<BR/>The people build their fires and bolt their doors<BR/>The mayor is giving dinner to the officers and wives<BR/>His eldest son is learning how to fawn<BR/>The barrack block is hushed and tense, the soldiers drawing lots<BR/>Who will be the hangman in the dawn.<BR/><BR/>The lot falls on a young man who has served for but a year<BR/>His home is in the village close nearby<BR/>He shivers at the thought of what he's forced to do next day<BR/>He wonders who it is that has to die<BR/>The full moon casts a cold light on the gloomy prison walls<BR/>The papist walk his cell, he cannot sleep<BR/>He hears the waiting gallows creaking just beyond the door<BR/>He prays for he has no more tears to weep.<BR/><BR/>The day begins to break, the muffled drums begin to sound<BR/>A crowd begins to gather in the square<BR/>The presence of the hangman in his terrifying mask<BR/>Weighs heavy on the minds of all those there<BR/>The colonel reads the sentence which the papist knows by heart<BR/>He has failed to show allegiance to the King<BR/>His crime is thus with God himself, in His name he must hang<BR/>The papist, head held high, says not a thing.<BR/><BR/>The jailer binds his hands and puts the blindfold to his eyes<BR/>He leads him through the door before the crowd<BR/>The hangman sees his victim and the blood drains from his face<BR/>He sees his younger brother standing proud<BR/>The hangman tries to protest but is ordered to proceed<BR/>His trembling hands begin to take the strain<BR/>His eyes are blind with streaming tears, he cries for all to hear<BR/>"Forgive me God, we hang him in they name".goolianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08133438523227520697noreply@blogger.com