A professor of mine once told me that one of his favorite things about the people of Catalonia was the way that they allowed the statues of their conquerors to slowly waste away, rather than pulling them down at once. The wind, rain, and occasional drunken urination eventually pulled the facial features from the statues, which is the greatest insult of all - the conquerors were so insignificant that no one then remembered who they were.
Give homage to the region where the head Of conquering Napoleon is bare, Uncovered to the urine and the air Corroding off the image he had bred Too briefly in a land so very long Accustomed to autonomy. Alas, The very independence given pass To argue for itself, in being strong, Is threatened by its strength, and by a vote. If Arthur Mas is able, let him be The leader of the patient and the free, But never let the voting be the rote And easy way to disavow the claim That Catalan and people are the same.

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