December 14 2008
Poem for the friends … first thoughts for the Christmas!!!!
… … … … you walk between the Christmas illuminations, trees, cribs and decorations ….
What means Christmas?? … …. for me who I have always been “solar“ this holiday has always been not much sad, nevertheless I recognise them what in this period also the persons whom you do not see and you do not usually feel at much time are put in contact with you or you have to feel with them also only for a wish!!!
Then I would want to dedicate to all the true friends and to all that only become ones my friends, to whom I have only known and that is still not my "friend", to whom I have not still known but that I already feel friend this beautiful poetry of Jorge Luis Borges translated by Giovanni Civita of the Association Voice Dialogue Italia.
I cannot give you all the solutions for all the problems of the life.
I have not the answers for your doubts and your dread.
Nevertheless I can listen to you and share them together with you.
I cannot change your past or your future.
But when you need me I you will be near.
I cannot prevent you from stumbling.
I can offer only my hand to you in order that you hold yourself up and do not fall.
Your joys, your satisfactions your successes, they are not mine.
Nevertheless, I rejoice sincerely when I see you happy.
I do not judge the decisions that you take in your life.
I limit myself to supporting you, to inciting you and to helping yourself, if you ask me for it.
I cannot trace out to you the limits in which you must behave.
Nevertheless I can offer the necessary space to you to grow.
I cannot hamper your delinquent payments when any punishments breaks the heart.
Nevertheless I can cry with you and to pick up the pieces it to give him back vigour.
I cannot tell you who you are, not even as you should be.
I can love you only as you are and to be your friend.
In these days I was thinking of my friends and of my friends.
I was not not even above, not even below, not even in means.
I neither was opening nor was closing the list. I was not the first one, I was not the last one.
To sleep happily.
To emanate love vibrations.
To know that we are here of passage.
To improve the accounts.
To take the opportunities.
To listen to the heart.
To give a sense to the life.
I have not the pretension of being the first one, the second one, the third of your list.
It is enough for me that you love me like friend, like friend.
Thank you to be for. it
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