Danes sem bil na enem šihtu, na enem pogrebu, na enem koncertu in na dveh pivih, zato si pridržujem pravico do objave malo poezije s strani priljubljenega avtorja:

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high

Where knowledge is free

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments

By narrow domestic walls

Where words come out from the depth of truth

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way

Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit

Where the mind is led forward by thee Into ever-widening thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Rabindranath Tagore