World Citizen

Someone asked Diogenes of Sinope:
"Where do you come from?"
He answered:
"I am a citizen of the world".

El último llanto del sauce

"The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow".

(Shakespeare, Othello, Act IV, Scene III)

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