“The world belongs to those that can see the others and fall in love with them.” (Valentín Fernández-Tubau – screenwriter, international script consultant and psychologist, from his article in abcguionistas ).
“Love is what makes life worthwhile in its many forms.” (James Marsters – actor, singer and songwriter, from his official website Q&A ).
I would say that any kind of love is what makes a life worth. And I mean anyone or anything you may love. Well, I would exclude love for money itself, because money is only a tool, something to spend on whatever you think it’s worthy. So I believe that kind of love, may be just a lack of awareness of what you really love.
I agree that good writers write good because they fall in love with their stories. And that leads me to a place where loneliness (which is quite a writers’ good friend) does not exist, cause it is fulfilled with love.
For those of you that feel lonely, for those I’ve failed (so often this year), by not being there. I just wanted to give you a hint that the same you stay in my mind when you’re gone (as I hope to be in yours)… beyond death and authors’ copyright, good stories and true love always remain.
I agree that good writers write good because they fall in love with their stories. And that leads me to a place where loneliness (which is quite a writers’ good friend) does not exist, cause it is fulfilled with love.
For those of you that feel lonely, for those I’ve failed (so often this year), by not being there. I just wanted to give you a hint that the same you stay in my mind when you’re gone (as I hope to be in yours)… beyond death and authors’ copyright, good stories and true love always remain.
Alone means without shame,
no fear, no pain, no harm.
Alone means no regrets,
just everything I am.
And there I was alone,
no pretences or harm.
Just all the best in me,
alone among his arms.
no fear, no pain, no harm.
Alone means no regrets,
just everything I am.
And there I was alone,
no pretences or harm.
Just all the best in me,
alone among his arms.
I know you never noticed
that voice among the dark,
so small, so thin, so useless
that couldn’t reach your heart.
I know you didn’t notice
and please don’t get me wrong,
as long as I keep breathing
you’ll never be alone.
that voice among the dark,
so small, so thin, so useless
that couldn’t reach your heart.
I know you didn’t notice
and please don’t get me wrong,
as long as I keep breathing
you’ll never be alone.
If I could convince you,
give you just a bit of hope.
Then everything I’ve felt,
even pain, would be worth.
Whatever your believe is,
this is the right feeling…
the one that can lift us
from death to heaven
give you just a bit of hope.
Then everything I’ve felt,
even pain, would be worth.
Whatever your believe is,
this is the right feeling…
the one that can lift us
from death to heaven
For those that are far gone,
but I still can see them
when I look in the mirror,
their smile and their gaze.
You were never gone,
you are never far,
cause I’ve learnt from you
everything I am.
but I still can see them
when I look in the mirror,
their smile and their gaze.
You were never gone,
you are never far,
cause I’ve learnt from you
everything I am.
Whatever you notice
by beholding me
is your own reflection,
and that, I can see.
How could I feel lonely
writing on my own…
if your voice sounds loudly
all among my words.
by beholding me
is your own reflection,
and that, I can see.
How could I feel lonely
writing on my own…
if your voice sounds loudly
all among my words.
by Mercè Taratiel (To all my beloved, those that are far gone, and those that are still somewhere out there)
1 comentario:
Merce,
Thank you so much for the poem. It's lovely, and something I'll revisit whenever I feel alone.
Joe Richardson
Greenville, Ill.
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