homocriticus

Invictus   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 not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.…

 Nagy László:    -     ADJON AZ ISTEN       Adjon az Isten     szerencsét,     szerelmet, forró     kemencét,     üres vékámba     gabonát,…