niсo le daria alasa, pero le dejaria
que el solo aprendiese a volar. A los
viejos les enseсaria que la muerte no
llega con la vejez, sino con el olvido.
Tantas cosas he aprendido de Uds.
los hombres....
He aprendido que todo el mundo
quiere vivir en la cima de la montaсa
sin saber que la verdadera felicidad
esta en la forma de subir la
escarpada.
He aprendido que un hombre solo
tiene derecho a mirar a otro hombre
hacia abajo, cuando ha de ayudarle a
levantarse. Son tantas las cosas que
he podido aprender de Uds, pero
finalmente de mucho no habran de
servir porque cuando me guarden
dentro de esa maleta, infelizmente
me estare muriendo.
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Garcia Marquez. Farewell to His Friends
If for a moment God would forget
that I am a rag doll and give me a
scrap of life, possibly I would not
say everything that I think, but I
would definitely think everything that
I say.
I would value things not for how
much they are worth but rather for
what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more. I
know that for each minute that we
close our eyes we lose sixty seconds
of light.
I would walk when the others loiter; I
would awaken when the others sleep.
I would listen when the others speak,
and how I would enjoy a good
chocolate ice cream.
If God would bestow on me a scrap of
life, I would dress simply, I would
throw myself flat under the sun,
exposing not only my body but also
my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would
write my hatred on ice and wait for
the sun to come out. With a dream of
Van Gogh I would paint on the stars
a poem by Benedetti, and a song by
Serrat would be my serenade to the
moon.
With my tears I would water the
roses, to feel the pain of their thorns
and the incarnated kiss of their
petals...My God, if I only had a scrap
of life...
I wouldn't let a single day go by
without saying to people I love, that
I love them.
I would convince each woman or man
that they are my favourites and I
would live in love with love.
I would prove to the men how
mistaken they are in thinking that
they no longer fall in love when they
grow old--not knowing that they grow
old when they stop falling in love. To
a child I would give wings, but I
would let him learn how to fly by
himself. To the old I would teach that
death comes not with old age but
with forgetting. I have learned so
much from you men....
I have learned that everybody wants
to live at the top of the mountain
without realizing that true happiness
lies in the way we climb the slope.
I have learned that when a newborn
first squeezes his father's finger in
his tiny fist, he has caught him
forever.
I have learned that a man only has
the right to look down on another
man when it is to help him to stand
up. I have learned so many things
from you, but in the end most of it
will be no use because when they put
me inside that suitcase,
unfortunately I will be dying.
translated by Matthew Taylor and Rosa Arelis
Taylor
July 18 2000
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