Siempre imaginé que el Paraíso sería algún tipo de biblioteca. - Jorge Luis Borges

إن الوحدة لا تخيفني، وكفى بالحياة صعوبة أن تحتمل نفسك وعاداتك. إنني أدرك أن العمر ينصرم، وآية ذلك أن البدع الجديدة لا تسرني ولا تشغلني، ربما لأنني أشعر أنها لا تحمل جديداً من حيث الجوهر وأنها ليست أكثر من تنويعات خجولة، وعندما كنت شابا كنت مولعا بمشاهد الغروب، وأحياء الفقراء المكتظة، والتعاسة، وها إني الآن أفضل الصباحات، ومراكز المدن والدعة.

Learning

After some time, you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand
and imprisoning a soul;
You learn that love does not equal sex,
and that company does not equal security,
and you start to learn….
That kisses are not contracts and gifts are not promises,
and you start to accept defeat with the head up high
and open eyes,
and you learn to build all roads on today,
because the terrain of tomorrow is too insecure for plans…
and the future has its own way of falling apart in half.

And you learn that if it’s too much
even the warmth of the sun can burn.

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

And you learn that you can actually bear hardship,
that you are actually strong,
and you are actually worthy,
and you learn and learn…and so every day.

Over time you learn that being with someone
because they offer you a good future,
means that sooner or later you’ll want to return to your past.

Over time you comprehend that only who is capable
of loving you with your flaws, with no intention of changing you
can bring you all happiness.

Over time you learn that if you are with a person
only to accompany your own solitude,
irremediably you’ll end up wishing not to see them again.

Over time you learn that real friends are few
and whoever doesn’t fight for them, sooner or later,
will find himself surrounded only with false friendships.

Over time you learn that words spoken in moments of anger
continue hurting throughout a lifetime.

Over time you learn that everyone can apologize,
but forgiveness is an attribute solely of great souls.

Over time you comprehend that if you have hurt a friend harshly
it is very likely that your friendship will never be the same.

Over time you realize that despite being happy with your friends,
you cry for those you let go.

Over time you realize that every experience lived,
with each person, is unrepeatable.

Over time you realize that whoever humiliates
or

Los espejos y la cópula son abominables, porque multiplican el número de los hombres.