If for an instant God were to forget that I am a rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say.

I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep. I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream! If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face first in the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh, dream a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.

With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals!

My God, if I had a piece of life, I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling people I love that I love them.

I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love!

To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own.

I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men!

I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled.

I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has him trapped forever.

I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet.

From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.


GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ


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got this from a livejournal entry


salamat kay armi sa pamagat ng entry =)

NO PROMISES. NO EXPECTATIONS.

18 JULY 2005

masaya na ako na wala ka. Di na nga kita naiisip e. Kumbinsido na ako na ayus lang ako kahet di na tayo magkita. Madami pang iba dyan, madalas kong hirit sa sarili.

pero kagabi, sa di inaasahang pagkakataon ay nakita kong muli ang iyong imahe – sa isang lalakeng kasabay ko sa jeep. Di ko maiwasang mapatingin sa tuwing maghaharutan sila ng nobya niya. Hindi dahil naalala ko ang paghaharutan natin (dahil kahet kelan di naman tayo nagharutan) kundi dahil nakikita ko sa kabuuhan niya ang isang malaking IKAW na tila minumulto ako at sinasabing “ganito na ako kasaya ngayon sa piling ng mahal ko”.

pinigilan ko ang sarili ko sa katitingin sa kanila. Baka kase magalit pa ang nobya nya, di pa naman sya ganun kaganda. Pasulyap ko nalang na tinitingnan ang mga mata nya, ang pamimilantik ng mga daliri nya, ang mga ngiti nya (sa akin sa tuwing mahuhuli nya akong nakatitig sa kanya), ang galaw ng labi nya sa tuwing magsasalita sya…

hay.

di ko namalayan ang mahabang byahe dahil masaya akong iniisip ang mga alaala, ang isang IKAW na dating malaking bahagi ng AKO.

Mayamaya ay bumaba na sila ng nobya nya. Babay na, salamat sa panandaliang saya. Gustuhin ko mang ipaalam sa kanya na sobra niya akong pinasaya, di ko magawa kaya nilubos ko nalang ang huling sandali. Tinitigan ko sya at hinintay na balikan nya ako ng  tingin na di naman nya ipinagdamot. Sa huling sandali ay nakita ko ang IKAW sa kanya.

Nasa bahay na ako nang tuluyan kong mahimay ang lahat ng pangyayari. Mukha pala akong tanga kanina, sabi ko. Pero ayus lang, di naman masusuklian ang saya kahet panadalian lang.

UP FIGHTING MAROONS

Standing: 2-0

Yebah! Winner! Award! <with three turns, hehe>