641

641

Saturday. Dull day. There isn’t much I can do when my kids are here and when the weather is not nice. That truly sucks because doing nothing outdoors is much better than doing nothing in the living room with the freaking TV on. I really hope the conditions improve this summer or I’ll be plucking my hair. Every time I hear: “Mom, I’m bored”, I feel my heartbeat accelerating its pace. I can’t really deal with that so well. I can’t please all my kids at the same time and if I try to do it one by one, I get problems with the other four.

Yesterday evening I got not so pleasant news and that left me in a somber state. I really don’t like it. I hate to be remembering myself that I can do this and that this too, shall pass. It’s tiring.

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On the bright side, I dared and used the pressure cooker. It took me only 1.5 years to be ready and not longer scared of it. I prepared some meat with carrots and onions in red wine that my kids loved.
Now I only need to master a good pie crust and then I can say I can do almost everything I always wanted to do. Almost. There are a few more items on the list and I also plan to tick them. And that has to happen soon because I don’t know how much time I have left. And as I said to my friend Aaron yesterday, if I die before doing all the things I want to do, I’ll be a pissed spirit.

Here it goes a poem by Argentinian poet Jorge Luis Borges (08/24/1899 – 06/14/1986). I can’t find the entire poem in English and I’m really disappointed because the second part is even more beautiful than the first one, so I translated a few more verses (my favorites) but I’m not sure I did a good job. I also translated the ending because that’s what I think it gives the whole poem, it’s beauty.
Enjoy it!

“You Learn”

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.”

Here below, the verses that I translated.

“With time you understand that only who is able to love you with all your faults, without trying to change you, can give you all the happiness you want.

With time you realize that if you’re next to a person only to accompany your loneliness, inevitably you’ll end up not wanting to see them again.

With time you also learn that words said in a moment of anger can still hurt who you hurt, throughout their life.

And you learn that there are three moments in life that you cannot mend: The opportunity that you let pass, the appointment that you did not attend, and the offense that you already uttered.

With time you also learn about money… and then realize that: You can buy a house but not a home. You can buy a bed, but not fall asleep. You can buy a watch, but not time. You can buy a book but not knowledge or what you need to learn. You can buy a position but that won’t give you respect. You can buy medicines and pay medical consultation, but that won’t give you health. You can buy blood but not life. You can buy sex but not love.

With time you’ll learn that trying to forgive or ask for forgiveness, say you love, say you miss, say you need, say you want to be friends, in front of a grave, no longer makes any sense.

But unfortunately, all this, you’ll only learn with time…”

And freaking time is what we don’t have!!

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~ by DotedOn on May 28, 2016.

11 Responses to “641”

  1. Reblogged this on SURVIVORS BLOG HERE.

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  2. It’s a lovely poem. We can only do so much.

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  3. Hermoso. Gracias

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  4. This poem…the whole thing…is so perfect, Paola. Really! Thank you for posting—and translating—it. Just love it 🙂

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  5. I particularly like this part…With time you realize that if you’re next to a person only to accompany your loneliness, inevitably you’ll end up not wanting to see them again.

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  6. lovely poem. i loved reading that. xoxo

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