Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have winced but not cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloodied but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years,
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

De William Ernest Henley, recitado por Nelson Mandela como fuente de inspiración. Yo me quedo con los dos últimos versos.

Soy el amo de mi destino,
Soy el capitán de mi alma.

Mis favoritos. Gracias Clint.


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