Apesar de todos os pecados, de todos os idiotas e idiotices e de todas as guerras vale a pena não esquecer os filhos da Revolução Francesa do outro lado do Atlântico. A nossa homenagem pela voz de um dos seus maiores poetas, que Pessoa tanto admirava - Walt Whitman.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tong, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same.
I, thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Rettiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at ever hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
