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Luis Enrique (balról) a spanyol válogatott gólját ünnepli Forrás: AFP/Jacques Demarthon
2010: A második meccsen kinyírták a brazil Elanót
A brazil Elano Ralph Blumer (művésznevén: Elano) a 2... |
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... apprehensively.
Mid-winter, and Saint Blaise's Day,
my eyes were blinking, fixed upon the aged priest
wholly intent on praying just
to you, but bending over me kneeling before
the altar; true to sacred lore,
he muttered in a learned language neither I
nor he well understood. Yet my
health was preserved; you understood the formula;... |
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Sokan azt mondják:
- Nincs időm imádkozni!
- Nekem meg annyi dolgom van, hogy muszáj egy órát imádkoznom!
Ha Istennek, az imának időt szentelünk, Ő sokszorosan visszaadja a Vele töltött időt.
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... iron
Moves through the fields of night
Penetrated by the noise of crickets.
III
Nearly to Milan, suddenly a small bridge,
And water kneeling in the moonlight.
In small towns the houses are built right on the ground;
The lamplight falls on all fours on the grass.
When I reach the ... |
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... sake,
Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so unhappy,
White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared
of their fire-caps,
The kneeling crowd fades with the light of the torches.
Distant and dead resuscitate,
They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself.... |
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... knife,
beating the serpent-skin drum,
Accepting the Gospels, accepting him that was crucified, knowing
assuredly that he is divine,
To the mass kneeling or the puritan's prayer rising, or sitting
patiently in a pew,
Ranting and frothing in my insane crisis, or waiting dead-like till
my spirit arouses me,|... |
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... his hand within his own, and said:--
"O, by thy father's head! by thine own soul!
Art thou not Rustum? speak! art thou not he?"
But Rustum eyed askance the kneeling youth,
And turn'd away, and spake to his own soul:--
"Ah me, I muse what this young fox may mean!
False, wily, boastful, are these Tartar boys.
For if I now confe... |
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