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quarta-feira, 24 de agosto de 2011

Instants by Jorge Luís Borges







If I could live again my life,
In the next - I'll try,
- to make more mistakes,

I won't try to be so perfect,
I'll be more relaxed,
I'll be more full - than I am now,
In fact, I'll take fewer things seriously,
I'll be less hygenic,
I'll take more risks,
I'll take more trips,
I'll watch more sunsets,
I'll climb more mountains,
I'll swim more rivers,
I'll go to more places - I've never been,
I'll eat more ice creams and less (lime) beans,
I'll have more real problems - and less imaginary
ones,
I was one of those people who live
prudent and prolific lives -
each minute of his life,
Offcourse that I had moments of joy - but,
if I could go back I'll try to have only good moments,

If you don't know - thats what life is made of,
Don't lose the now!

I was one of those who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer,
without a hot-water bottle,
and without an umberella and without a parachute,

If I could live again - I will travel light,
If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet
at the beginning of spring till
the end of autumn,

I'll ride more carts,
I'll watch more sunrises and play with more children,
If I have the life to live -
but now I am 85,
- and I know that I am dying ...



Jorge Luís Borges in http://www.sccs.swarthmore.edu/users/00/pwillen1/lit/index3.htm













Even if we had a hundred and some year´s old,we will not be dying... look, life is death... every day we live, is one more day we die... and still we live... we all know, that we are dying... life is just pretending that we aren´t... and love is our way to become imortals...

I´ll live each day to make more mistakes, that´s what life is made of... in between I´ll stay in love every day... that´s the only way we have to avoid death... and die of love...

Life, what the hell we know about it?...












I never make mistakes, I´m just seeking about life instructions...










I don´t care about heaven, I think I´ve found love somewhere, somehow, someyou, something else, something I´ve never look before, something looking like we can´t see nothing but like we know something... just a little something... a perfect little... unpredictable.. so wrong that seems to be perfect... the biggest thing in life... that makes our being.... that makes want to be... and eternally still...







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