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å çºti7 ä¸å¹¸e5 ææéè¦e5 å°±æ¯ä¸å±ä»ç§©åºkapç¾éºã MY FAITHFUL MOTHER TONGUE Faithful mother tongue,
I have been serving you.
Every night, I used to set before you little bowls of colors
so you could have your birch, your cricket, your finch
as preserved in my memory. The lasted many years.
You were my native land; i lacked any other.
I believed that you would also be a messenger
between me and some good people
even if they were few, twenty, ten
or not born, as yet. Now, I confess my doublt.
There are moments when it seems to me I have squandered my life.
For you are a tongue of the debased,
of the unreasonable, hating themselves
even more than they hate other nations,
a gongue of informers,
a tongue of the confused,
ill with theri own innocence. But without you, who am I?
Only a scholar in a distant country,
a success, without fears and humiliations.
Yes, who am I without you?
Just a philosopher, like everyone else. I understand, this is meant as my education:
the glory of individuality is taken away,
Fortune spreads a red carpet
before the sinner in a morality play
while on the linen backdrop a magic lantern throws
images of human and divine torture. Faithful mother tongue,
perhaps after all itâs I who must try to save you.
So I will continue to set before you little bowls of colors
bright and pure if possible,
for what is needed in misfrotune is a little order and beauty.

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