The nail said: “I did this,”
Though the merit is the finger’s.
Someone praised the hand,
And into the sleeve hid

The true hero — the forearm,
Far from it, — the shoulder,
If we take it higher.
Is it not the arm! Or maybe someone else?
The torso, the organism, the person,
The individual, the family, the country…

The one
First cause
Of defeats, or of victories,
In the whole and in the trifles — God!