Never shall I forget that night,
the first night in the camp
which has turned my life into one long night,
seven times cursed and seven times sealed.
Never shall I forget that smoke.
Never shall I forget the little faces of the children
whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke
beneath a blue sky.
Never shall I forget those flames
which consumed my faith for ever.
Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence
which deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live.
Never shall I forget those moments
which murdered my God and my soul
and turned my dreams into dust.
Never shall I forget these things,
even if I am condemned to live
as long as God himself.
Never.
- Elie Wiesel
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100 Pieces
PoesíaThe title is fairly self explaintory, but I'll elaborate 100 Pieces is a collection of 100 poems by various poets. DISCLAIMER! None of the following pieces are one's I've written, this is just a collection I've put together of poems I'm fond of. ...
