Quotes about singing
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“Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence… Someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.”

Franz Kafka book The Silence of the Sirens

"The Silence of the Sirens" (October 1917)

Silence

“Gabe scratched his double chin. "Maybe if you hurry with the seven-layer dip… And maybe if the kid apologizes for interrupting my poker game."
Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, I thought. And make you sing Soprano for a week.”

Rick Riordan book The Lightning Thief

Source: The Lightning Thief

Game

“Please, I begged silently, please do not let my last moments on earth be me crammed into a tiny boat in the dark, surrounded by mechanical singing pirates.”

James Patterson (1947) American author

Source: School's Out—Forever

“The whole campfire idea freaked Piper out. It made her think of that huge purple bonfire in the dreams, and her father tied to a stake.
What she got instead was almost as terrifying: a sing-along.”

Rick Riordan (1964) American writer

Dreams, Idea, Thinking

“i fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows”

E.E. Cummings (1894–1962) American poet

Source: Selected Poems

Fate, Secret, World, Fear

“What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!”

John Muir (1838–1914) Scottish-born American naturalist and author

Source: Stickeen

“I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.”

Anne Rice (1941) American writer

Love, Joy

“I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.”

Franz Kafka book Letters to Milena

Source: Letters to Milena

Angels, Hell

“And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.”

Alison Croggon (1962) contemporary Australian poet, playwright and fantasy novelist

Source: The Naming

Music

“[I]t is the wine that leads me on,
the wild wine
that sets the wisest man to sing
at the top of his lungs,
laugh like a fool – it drives the
man to dancing… it even
tempts him to blurt out stories
better never told.”

Homér The Odyssey (Cowper)

Source: The Odyssey

Fools, Wine, Dance

“I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.”

T.S. Eliot The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (1915)
Context: I grow old … I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Thinking

“if there is any secret to this life i live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. and there is nothing more to it than that.”

Brian Andreas (1956) American artist

Life, Secret

“Why'd you want to sing about sad things?" Candy had asked him.
"Because any fool can be happy," he'd said to her.
"It takes a man with real heart"
—he'd made a fist and laid it against his chest—
"to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.”

Clive Barker Days of Magic, Nights of War

Source: Days of Magic, Nights of War

Happiness, Sadness, Beauty, Fools

“Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.”

Victor Hugo (1802–1885) French poet, novelist, and dramatist

Way, Feeling, Bird

“We all have our la-la-la song. The thing we do when the world isn't singing a nice tune to us. We sing our own nice tune to drown out ugly.”

Rita Williams-Garcia book One Crazy Summer

Source: One Crazy Summer

World

“Because when he sings… even the birds stop to listen.”

Suzanne Collins The Hunger Games

Source: The Hunger Games

Bird

“Say you’ll marry me when I come back or, before God, I won’t go. I’ll stay around here and play a guitar under your window every night and sing at the top of my voice and compromise you, so you’ll have to marry me to save your reputation.”

Margaret Mitchell book Vom Winde verweht (1937 German edition)

Source: Gone with the Wind

God, Night

“Sometimes, I don't notice I'm singing.”

Sara Shepard (1973) Author

Source: Killer

“I was born singing. Most babies cry, I sang an aria.”

Gail Carson Levine Fairest

Source: Fairest

Baby, Cry

“A guitarist or a drummer can get a cold and still play; I get a cold and sound like a wet mitten trying to sing you a love song. Charming.”

Tori Amos book Piece by Piece

Source: Piece by Piece

Love

“Go to sleep, baby, Mama will sing. Of blue butterflies, and dragonfly wings. Moonlight and sunbeams, raiment so fine. Silver and gold, for baby of mine. Go to sleep, baby. Sister will tell, of wolves and of lambs, and demons who fell.”

Kim Harrison (1966) Pseudonym

Source: Black Magic Sanction

Sister, Sleep, Baby

“.

At the end of the French movie, the lover sings, "Love me less, but love me for a long time.”

David Levithan The Lover's Dictionary

Source: The Lover's Dictionary

Love, Lovers, Time

“A poet is a musician who can't sing.”

Patrick Rothfuss book The Name of the Wind

Source: The Name of the Wind

“The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?”

Philip K. Dick book Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said

Source: Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said

Bird

“A cap of good acid costs five dollars and for that you can hear the Universal Symphony with God singing solo and Holy Ghost on drums.”

Hunter S. Thompson (1937–2005) American journalist and author

God, Universe

“His invitation lingers. So does my question. Why me? I don't know the answer. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason to sing.”

Julie Anne Peters (1952) American writer

Source: By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead

Question, Bird

“You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.”

Gaston Leroux (1868–1927) French writer

Love, Women, Cry

“Magic was singing in me, through me; I felt the murmur of his power singing back that same song.”

Naomi Novik book Uprooted

Source: Uprooted

“The ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together…”

Nicholas Sparks book Message in a Bottle

Source: Message in a Bottle

Life

“Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.”

James Joyce book Chamber Music

Source: Chamber Music

Love, Sadness, Lovers, Sleep

“The primitive in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to it, and the cold void between the stars speaks its language. To that savage self, evil can look lovely in too little light.”

Dean Koontz book False Memory

Source: False Memory

Love, Star, Light, Evil

“I sit in my tree
I sing like the birds
My beak is my pen
My songs are my poems.”

David Almond book My Name Is Mina

Source: My Name Is Mina

Bird, Tree

“The caged bird sings with a fearful trill,
of things unknown, but longed for still,
and his tune is heard on the distant hill,
for the caged bird sings of freedom.”

Maya Angelou book I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Source: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Fear, Bird, Freedom, Distant

“The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship.”

Bernard Cornwell book The Winter King

Source: The Winter King

Love, Friendship

“Me, I was still in the pygmy hippo in a skirt, singing lusty songs about Solomon's private life and a giant stone back and forth through the air as I climbed out of the quarry at the edge of the site.”

Jonathan Stroud book The Ring of Solomon

Source: The Ring of Solomon

Life

“For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo.”

Lois Lowry book The Giver

Source: The Giver

People, Music, Time

“It's a coffee cup."
She could hear the irritation in her own voice. "I know it's a coffee cup."
"I can't wait till you draw something really complicated, like the Brooklyn Bridge or a lobster. You'll probably send me a singing telegram.”

Cassandra Clare book City of Bones

Source: City of Bones

Coffee, Waiting, Drawing

“Swans sing before they die— 't were no bad thing
Should certain persons die before they sing.”

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834) English poet, literary critic and philosopher

Personality

“Who is Alice?" asked mother.
"Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday. So I am singing Happy Thursday to her." - Frances the badger”

Russell Hoban (1925–2011) American British novelist, children's writer and illustrator

Source: A Birthday for Frances

Happiness, Birthday

“Jews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him.”

Walker Percy book Love in the Ruins

Source: Love in the Ruins

Waiting

“Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing.”

Michael Gilbert (1912–2006) Author

Source: Perfected Sinfulness

People, World, Sadness, Bird

“Give me songs
to sing
and emerald dreams
to dream

and I'll give you love
unfolding.”

Jim Morrison (1943–1971) lead singer of The Doors

Love, Dreams

“Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.”

Suzanne Collins The Hunger Games

Source: The Hunger Games

Bird, Night

“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. His auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) English Romantic poet

A Defence of Poetry http://www.bartleby.com/27/23.html (1821)

Men, Solitude

“Little Fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance,
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.”

William Blake (1757–1827) English Romantic poet and artist

The Fly, st. 1–3
1790s, Songs of Experience (1794)

Art, Drink, Dance, Summer

“And I do wish she wouldn't sing about poisoning just after we have eaten.”

Cassandra Clare book Clockwork Prince

Source: Clockwork Prince

“And mostly all I have to say about these songs is that I love them, and want to sing along to them, and force other people to listen to them, and get cross when these other people don't like them as much as I do.”

Nick Hornby (1957) English novelist

Love, People

“I swear that woman had a previous career as a death-hunter selling tragic ballads down around the Seven Dials," said Will. "And I do wish she wouldn't sing about poisoning just after we've eaten.”

Cassandra Clare book Clockwork Prince

Source: Clockwork Prince

Death

“If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they'd be.”

Lauren Myracle book Shine

Source: Shine

Happiness, Thinking

“We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.”

Gwendolyn Brooks (1917–2000) American writer

"We ReaI CooI" , The Bean Eaters (1960)
The "We"—you're supposed to stop after the "We" and think about their validity, and of course there's no way for you to tell whether it should be said softly or not, I suppose, but I say it rather softly because I want to represent their basic uncertainty, which they don't bother to question every day, of course.
"An Interview with Gwendolyn Brooks", Contemporary Literature 11:1 (Winter 1970)
The WEs in "We Real Cool" are tiny, wispy, weakly argumentative "Kilroy-is-here" announcements. The boys have no accented sense of themselves, yet they are aware of a semi-defined personal importance. Say the "We" softly.
Report from Part One (1972)
Source: Selected Poems

School

“It is never about how good your voice is; it is only about feeling the urge to sing, and then having the courage to do it with the voice you are given.”

Elizabeth Berg (1948) American novelist

Feeling, Courage

“(The baby sneezed. Wulf jumped as fire shot out of its nostrils and almost singed his leg.)
Excuse me. I almost made Dark-Hunter barbecue, which would be really sad ‘cause I ain’t got no barbecue sauce with me. (Simi)”

Sherrilyn Kenyon (1965) Novelist

Source: Kiss of the Night

Sadness, Baby

“God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it's all one song - one same, wonderful, human song.”

Mitch Albom (1958) American author

Source: Have a Little Faith: a True Story

God

“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —
To thy high requiem become a sod.”

John Keats Ode to a Nightingale

Stanza 6
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale
Source: Complete Poems and Selected Letters

Love, Death, Pain, Art

“A few songs with Him might change the way you sing. Forever.”

Max Lucado (1955) American clergyman and writer

Source: Next Door Savior

Way, Change

“Time to plant tears, says the almanac.
The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove
and the child draws another inscrutable house.”

Elizabeth Bishop (1911–1979) American poet

Source: The Complete Poems 1927-1979

Tear, Time, Drawing, Housing

“The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.”

Karen Blixen book Out of Africa

Source: Out of Africa

Star, Tear, Grass, Personality

“Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.”

Homér Iliad

Source: The Iliad

Rage

“Got to pay your dues if you want to sing the blues
And you know it don't come easy.”

Ringo Starr (1940) British musician, former member of the Beatles

"It Don't Come Easy" (co-written by George Harrison)

“He threw his head back and sang, "'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, Artemis"

"Foaly is singing," said Holly. "Surely that's illegal?”

Eoin Colfer (1965) Irish author of children's books

Source: The Atlantis Complex

“If only there was enough space on this tiny card to evoke my unfettered joie de vivre for what you have done. The gaiety, the mirth, the heavenly bubbling of every effusive cell that sings inside me for your kind and pithy offering.”

Joshua Braff (1967) American writer

Source: The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green

“I am singing now while Rome
burns.”

Richard Siken (1967) American poet

“I hear they feed you in Sing Sing,” Evie muttered. “Three squares a day.”

“Evangeline,” Will said with a sigh. “Charity begins at home.”

“So does mental illness.”

Libba Bray book The Diviners

Source: The Diviners

Home

“Do what you love.
Do what makes your heart sing.
And NEVER do it for the money,
Go to work to spread joy.”

Marianne Williamson (1952) American writer

Source: A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

Love, Money, Heart, Joy

“Enjoy your life. No curse hangs over you, nor did it ever. No devil chases after your soul. Sing and dance and be merry.”

Christopher Pike book Sati

Source: Sati

Life, Soul, Dance

“Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come.”

Patricia Briggs book Moon Called

Source: Moon Called

Dance, Cry

“Not forever does the bulbul sing
In balmy shades of bowers,
Not forever lasts the spring
Nor ever blossom the flowers.
Not forever reigneth joy,
Sets the sun on days of bliss,
Friendships not forever last,
They know not life, who know not this.”

Khushwant Singh Train to Pakistan

Source: Train to Pakistan

Life, Friendship, Spring, Flowers

“Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty.
Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies;
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.”

James Weldon Johnson (1871–1938) writer and activist

Lift Every Voice and Sing, st. 1 (1900).

Sea

“At times God puts us through the discipline of darkness to teach us to heed Him. Song birds are taught to sing in the dark, and we are put into the shadow of God’s hand until we learn to hear Him.”

Oswald Chambers (1874–1917) British missionary

Source: My Utmost for His Highest: Traditional Updated Edition

God, Bird, Learning, Time

“Try not to sing too many sad songs for yourself. The universe already hates you. Self-pity isn't going to help.”

Richard Kadrey (1957) San Francisco-based novelist, freelance writer, and photographer

Source: Sandman Slim

Hate, Sadness, Universe, Help

“If I cannot fly, let me sing.”

Stephen Sondheim (1930) American composer and lyricist

Flying

“You don't love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you can understand.”

L.J. Smith (1965) American author

Source: Secret Vampire

Love, Beauty, Girl, Understanding

“I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.”

Anne Rice (1941) American writer

Pain

“Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.”

Lois Lowry (1937) American writer

Source: Taking Care of Terrific

Bird, Tree, Heart, Attitude

“There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.”

Howard Thurman (1899–1981) American writer

Life, Beauty, Angels

“It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.”

Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) English novelist and poet

Source: Tess of the D'Urbervilles

Beauty, Bird

“You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid.
- That's what my head said. But my heart… My stupid heart… Her voice broke. It was singing.”

Susan Elizabeth Phillips (1948) American writer

Source: Call Me Irresistible

Stupidity, Heart, Night

“Sing your song. Dance your dance. Tell your tale.”

Frank McCourt book Angela's Ashes

Angela's Ashes
Angela's Ashes (1996)

Dance

“In summer, the song sings itself.”

William Carlos Williams (1883–1963) American poet

Summer

“Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.”

Suzanne Collins book Mockingjay

Source: Mockingjay

“I have left my book,
I have left my room,
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom.”

James Joyce (1882–1941) Irish novelist and poet

Books

“A man can stand a lot as long as he can stand himself. He can live without hope, without friends, without books, even without music, as long as he can listen to his own thoughts and to the singing of a bird outside his window and to the far-away voice of the sea.”

Axel Munthe book The Story of San Michele

Preface, 1928
The Story of San Michele (1929)

Books, Hope, Music, Bird

“She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.”

Carson McCullers book The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

Source: The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

People, Music, Housing, Personality

“I truly believe that if we keep telling the Christmas story, singing the Christmas songs, and living the Christmas spirit, we can bring joy and happiness and peace to this world.”

Norman Vincent Peale (1898–1993) American writer

Happiness, World, Peace, Joy

“Music is the true breath of life. We eat so we won't starve to death. We sing so we can hear ourselves live.”

Yasmina Khadra (1955) Algerian writer

Source: Swallows of Kabul

Life, Death, Music

“And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.”

Donna Jo Napoli (1948) American children's writer and linguist

“In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins.”

Elizabeth Goudge (1900–1984) English fiction writer

Source: The Rosemary Tree

World, Spring, Tree

“Live a balanced life — learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.”

Robert Fulghum book All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten (1986)

Life, Thinking, Learning, Dance

“Somewhere far away a bittern cried, a hollow, melancholy sound like a cow shut up in a barn. The cry of that mysterious bird was heard every spring, but no one knew what it was like or where it lived. At the top of the hill by the hospital, in the bushes close to the pond, and in the fields the nightingales were trilling. The cuckoo kept reckoning someone's years and losing count and beginning again. In the pond the frogs called angrily to one another, straining themselves to bursting, and one could even make out the words: "That's what you are! That's what you are!" What a noise there was! It seemed as though all these creatures were singing and shouting so that no one might sleep on that spring night, so that all, even the angry frogs, might appreciate and enjoy every minute: life is given only once.”

Anton Chekhov book In the Ravine

Source: In the Ravine (1900), Ch. 8, pp. 224

Life, Spring, Bird, Sleep

“Ah, deeply the Minstrel has felt all he sings,
Every passion he paints his own bosom has known;
No note of wild music is swept from the strings,
But first his own feelings have echoed the tone.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

(27th April 1822) The Poet
4th May 1822) Sappho see The Vow of the Peacock (1835
The London Literary Gazette, 1821-1822

Music, Feeling, Passion, Painting

“Of asphodel, that greeny flower,

::like a buttercup

::::upon its branching stem —

save that's green and wooden —

::I come, my sweet,

::::to sing to you.

We lived long together,

::a life filled,

::::if you will,

with flowers. So that

::I was cheered

::::when I first came to know

that there were flowers also

::in hell.

::::Today

I'm filled with the fading memory of those flowers

::that we both loved,

::::even to this poor

colorless thing —

::I saw it

::::when I was a child —

little prized among the living

::but the dead see,

::::asking among themselves:

What do I remember

::that was shaped

::::as this thing is shaped?
while our eyes fill
::with tears.
::::Of love, abiding love
it will be telling
::though too weak a wash of crimson
::::colors it
to make it wholly credible.
::There is something
::::something urgent
I have to say to you
::and you alone
::::but it must wait
while I drink in
::the joy of your approach,
::::perhaps for the last time.
And so
::with fear in my heart
::::I drag it out
and keep on talking
::for I dare not stop.”

William Carlos Williams book Journey to Love

Journey to Love (1955), Asphodel, That Greeny Flower

Love, Life, Fear, Color

“There is delight in singing, though none hear
Beside the singer.”

Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) British writer

To Robert Browning (1846).

“It's never been for love of money. I thank God for it because it makes me a living. But I sing because I love it, not because of the dollar signs.”

George Jones (1931–2013) American musician, singer and songwriter

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Love, Money, God

“The bull does not know you, nor the fig tree,
nor the horses, nor the ants in your own house.
The child and the afternoon do not know you
because you have died forever.

The shoulder of the stone does not know you
nor the black silk on which you are crumbling.
Your silent memory does not know you
because you have died forever.

The autumn will come with conches,
misty grapes and clustered hills,
but no one will look into your eyes
because you have died forever.

Because you have died for ever,
like all the dead of the earth,
like all the dead who are forgotten
in a heap of lifeless dogs.

Nobody knows you. No. But I sing of you.
For posterity I sing of your profile and grace.
Of the signal maturity of your understanding.
Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth.
Of the sadness of your once valiant gaiety.”

Federico García Lorca Llanto por Ignacio Sánchez Mejías

No te conoce el toro ni la higuera,
ni caballos ni hormigas de tu casa.
No te conoce el niño ni la tarde
porque te has muerto para siempre.No te conoce el lomo de la piedra,
ni el raso negro donde te destrozas.
No te conoce tu recuerdo mudo
porque te has muerto para siempre.El otoño vendrá con caracolas,
uva de niebla y montes agrupados,
pero nadie querrá mirar tus ojos
porque te has muerto para siempre.Porque te has muerto para siempre,
como todos los muertos de la Tierra,
como todos los muertos que se olvidan
en un montón de perros apagados.No te conoce nadie. No. Pero yo te canto.
Yo canto para luego tu perfil y tu gracia.
La madurez insigne de tu conocimiento.
Tu apetencia de muerte y el gusto de su boca.
La tristeza que tuvo tu valiente alegría.
Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejias (1935)