Crux sacra sit mihi lux
Non draco sit mihi dux
Vade retro satana
Numquam suade mihi vana
Sunt mala quae libas
Ipse venena bibas
Non draco sit mihi dux
Vade retro satana
Numquam suade mihi vana
Sunt mala quae libas
Ipse venena bibas
November 10, 2025 at 12:49 AM
Crux sacra sit mihi lux
Non draco sit mihi dux
Vade retro satana
Numquam suade mihi vana
Sunt mala quae libas
Ipse venena bibas
Non draco sit mihi dux
Vade retro satana
Numquam suade mihi vana
Sunt mala quae libas
Ipse venena bibas
@stacegotsbaseball.com Hello! I have been listening to "Locked on Yankees" for 2+ years. I have really enjoyed most of your takes, and I always look fwd to the pod. Today's show was probably one of your bests. Thank you!
May 20, 2025 at 7:27 PM
@stacegotsbaseball.com Hello! I have been listening to "Locked on Yankees" for 2+ years. I have really enjoyed most of your takes, and I always look fwd to the pod. Today's show was probably one of your bests. Thank you!
Mundus sine caesaribus
March 10, 2025 at 7:33 PM
Mundus sine caesaribus
Musica letitiæ comes medicina dolorum!
March 5, 2025 at 7:06 PM
Musica letitiæ comes medicina dolorum!
Proxima Sede Vacante?
February 23, 2025 at 3:05 AM
Proxima Sede Vacante?
Her voice is like clear water
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.
Her thoughts are like the lotus
Abloom by sacred streams
Beneath the temple arches
Where Quiet sits and dreams.
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.
Her thoughts are like the lotus
Abloom by sacred streams
Beneath the temple arches
Where Quiet sits and dreams.
February 7, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Her voice is like clear water
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.
Her thoughts are like the lotus
Abloom by sacred streams
Beneath the temple arches
Where Quiet sits and dreams.
That drips upon a stone
In forests far and silent
Where Quiet plays alone.
Her thoughts are like the lotus
Abloom by sacred streams
Beneath the temple arches
Where Quiet sits and dreams.
C'est la Mort qui console, hélas! et qui fait vivre;
C'est le but de la vie, et c'est le seul espoir
Qui, comme un élixir, nous monte et nous enivre,
Et nous donne le coeur de marcher jusqu'au soir;
C'est le but de la vie, et c'est le seul espoir
Qui, comme un élixir, nous monte et nous enivre,
Et nous donne le coeur de marcher jusqu'au soir;
February 5, 2025 at 10:19 PM
C'est la Mort qui console, hélas! et qui fait vivre;
C'est le but de la vie, et c'est le seul espoir
Qui, comme un élixir, nous monte et nous enivre,
Et nous donne le coeur de marcher jusqu'au soir;
C'est le but de la vie, et c'est le seul espoir
Qui, comme un élixir, nous monte et nous enivre,
Et nous donne le coeur de marcher jusqu'au soir;
O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in 't.
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in 't.
February 4, 2025 at 7:37 PM
O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in 't.
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in 't.
"A l’atzar agraeixo tres dons: haver nascut dona,
de classe baixa i nació oprimida.
I el tèrbol atzur de ser tres voltes rebel."
Maria Mercè Marçal i Serra
de classe baixa i nació oprimida.
I el tèrbol atzur de ser tres voltes rebel."
Maria Mercè Marçal i Serra
January 31, 2025 at 6:15 PM
"A l’atzar agraeixo tres dons: haver nascut dona,
de classe baixa i nació oprimida.
I el tèrbol atzur de ser tres voltes rebel."
Maria Mercè Marçal i Serra
de classe baixa i nació oprimida.
I el tèrbol atzur de ser tres voltes rebel."
Maria Mercè Marçal i Serra
esurivi enim, et non dedistis mihi manducare: sitivi, et non dedistis mihi potum: hospes eram, et non collegistis me: nudus, et non cooperuistis me: infirmus, et in carcere, et non visitastis me.
January 29, 2025 at 8:18 PM
esurivi enim, et non dedistis mihi manducare: sitivi, et non dedistis mihi potum: hospes eram, et non collegistis me: nudus, et non cooperuistis me: infirmus, et in carcere, et non visitastis me.
De profundis clamavi ad te Domine. Domine, exaudi vocem meam. Fiant aures tuæ intendentes in vocem deprecationis meæ. Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine, Domine, quis sustinebit? ... Speravit anima mea in Domino.
January 25, 2025 at 3:44 AM
De profundis clamavi ad te Domine. Domine, exaudi vocem meam. Fiant aures tuæ intendentes in vocem deprecationis meæ. Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine, Domine, quis sustinebit? ... Speravit anima mea in Domino.
Felix sit annus novus. Memento: collige virgo rosas!
January 1, 2025 at 6:42 AM
Felix sit annus novus. Memento: collige virgo rosas!