"Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion."
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Source: Dylan Thomas (2003). “Muertes Y Entradas [1934-1953]: Antología Poética”, p.88, HUERGA Y FIERRO EDITORES
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