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....