Day And Night I Always Dream With

The Wretch Who Lives Without Freedom Feels Like Dressing In The Mud From The Streets Those Who Have You, O Liberty, Do Not Know. You. Those Who Do Not Have You Should Not Speak Of You, But Win You.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.

Man Loves Liberty, Even If He Does Not Know That He Loves It. He Is Driven By It And Flees From Where It Does Not Exist.

A Child Who Does Not Think About What Happens Around Him And Is Content With Living Without Wondering Whether He Lives Honestly Is Like A Man Who Lives From A Scoundrel's Work And Is On The Road To Being A Scoundrel.

Poetry Is The Work Of The Bard And Of The People Who Inspire Him.