Monday, September 18, 2017

Moments/Instantes by Jorge Luis Borges

Jorge Luis Borges

If I could live my life again
I’d try to make more mistakes,
I wouldn’t try to be so perfect,
I’d be more relaxed,
I’d be more true-to-life than I was.

In fact, I’d take fewer things seriously,
I’d be less hygienic,
I’d take more risks,
I’d take more trips,
I’d watch more sunsets,
I’d climb more mountains,
I’d swim more rivers,
I’d go to more places I’ve never been,
I’d eat more ice cream and less lime beans,
I’d have more real problems and less imaginary ones.

I was one of those people who live
prudent and prolific lives
each minute of their existence.
Of course did I have moments of joy
yet if I could go back I’d try to have good moments only.
In case you don’t know: that’s what life is made of.

I was one of those who never go anywhere,
without a thermometer,
without a hot-water bottle,
without an umbrella,
without a parachute.

If I could live again
I’d travel light,
I’d try to work barefoot,
from Spring to Fall,
I’d ride more carts,
I’d watch more sunrises,
play with more kids.

If I could live my life again
– but now I am 85,
and I know I am dying.

The original IN Spanish

Jorge Luis Borges

Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida,
en la próxima trataría de cometer más errores.
No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más.
Sería más tonto de lo que he sido,
de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Sería menos higiénico.
Correría más riesgos,
haría más viajes,
contemplaría más atardeceres,
subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos.
Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido,
comería más helados y menos habas,
tendría más problemas reales y menos imaginarios.

Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió sensata
y prolíficamente cada minuto de su vida;
claro que tuve momentos de alegría.
Pero si pudiera volver atrás trataría
de tener solamente buenos momentos.

Por si no lo saben, de eso está hecha la vida,
sólo de momentos; no te pierdas el ahora.

Yo era uno de esos que nunca
iban a ninguna parte sin un termómetro,
una bolsa de agua caliente,
un paraguas y un paracaídas;
si pudiera volver a vivir, viajaría más liviano.

Si pudiera volver a vivir
comenzaría a andar descalzo a principios
de la primavera
y seguiría descalzo hasta concluir el otoño.

Daría más vueltas en calesita,
contemplaría más amaneceres,
y jugaría con más niños,
si tuviera otra vez vida por delante.

Pero ya ven, tengo 85 años...

y sé que me estoy muriendo.

Monday, September 11, 2017

A Romance of Souls by John Donne

Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go,
endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to
airy thinness beat.
John Donne

Loss & Gain by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

loss and gain
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.

I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.

But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Into each life some rain must fall

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, An April Day.

Friday, September 8, 2017

Give Me The Flute By Khalil Gibran

OMAR AKRAM-Secret Journey

Give me the flute
Khalil Gibran

Give me the flute and sing,
immortality lies in a song
and even after we’ve perished
the flute continues to lament.

Have you taken refuge in the woods
away from places, like me,
followed streams on their courses
and climbed up the rocks?

Did you ever bathe in a perfume
and dry yourself with a light
drink the dawn as wine
rarefied in goblets of ether?

Give me the flute then and sing,
the best of prayer is song
and even when life perishes
the flute continues to lament.

Have you spent an evening
as I have done, among vines,
where the golden candelabra
clusters hang down?

Did you sleep on the grass at night
and let space be your blanket,
abstaining from all that will come
forgetful of all that has passed?

Give the flute then and sing,
in singing is Justice for the heart
and even after every guilt has perished
the flute continues to lament.

Give the flute and sing
forget illness and its cure,
people are nothing but lines
which are scribbled on water.

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Excerpts from "Wind, Sand and Stars by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

ON Friendship & Human Relationships
Excerpts from "Wind, Sand and Stars"
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Thus is the earth at once a desert and a paradise, rich in secret hidden gardens,
gardens inaccessible, but to which the craft leads us ever back, one day or another.

Life may scatter us and keep us apart; it may prevent us from thinking very often
of one another; but we know that our comrades are somewhere ‘out there’ – where,
one can hardly say – silent, forgotten, but deeply faithful.
And when our path crosses theirs, they greet us with such manifest joy, shake us
so gaily by the shoulders! Indeed we are accustomed to waiting...

We had met at last.Men travel side by side for years, each locked up in his own
silence or exchanging those words which carry no freight – till danger comes.
Then they stand shoulder to shoulder. They discover that they belong to the same
family. They wax and bloom in the recognition of fellow-beings.
They look at one another and smile. They are like the prisoners set free who
marvel at the immensity of the sea.

Happiness! It is useless to seek it elsewhere than in the warmth of human relations.
Our sordid interests imprison us within their walls.Only a comrade can grasp us
by the hand and haul us free.And these human relations must be created...

Old friends cannot be created out of hand. Nothing can match the treasure of common
memories, of rivals endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous
emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon
to sit in the shade of the oak.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The meaning Of Life by Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Excerpts from "Wind, Sand and Stars"
Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life.
It is not something discovered: it is something molded.
These prison walls that this age of trade has built up round us,
we can break down. We can still run free, call to our comrades,
and marvel to hear once more, in response to our call,
the impassioned chant of the human voice.
Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Bound to You by Charlotte Brontë

Vladimir Volegov ART

You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you
with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent,
a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you
to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and,
kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.
Charlotte Brontë,Jane Eyre

Romance by Nizar Qabbani

Should another give you a cloud, I give you rain.
Should he give you a lantern, I will give you the moon.
Should he give you a branch, I will give you the trees.
And if another gives you a ship, I shall give you the journey.
Nizar Qabbani

Light by George Eliot

The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light,
never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly
glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
George Eliot

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