We Barcelonians have no fear, no hate

After one year of the terrorist attack in Barcelona, this poem has been read this morning, in 7 languages

No man is an island,

Entire of itself.

Each is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less.

As well as if a promontory were.

As well as if a manor of thine own

Or of thine friend's were.

Each man's death diminishes me,

For I am involved in mankind.

Therefore, send not to know

For whom the bell tolls,

It tolls for thee.

John Donne

Meditation 17

Devotions upon Emergent Occasions