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Dame:
¡Oh Dios! Un hijo que sea lo bastante fuerte para saber cuándo es débil y lo bastante valeroso para enfrentarse consigo mismo cuando sienta miedo;
un hijo que sea orgulloso e inflexible en la derrota honrada y humilde y magnánimo en la victoria.
Dame:
un hijo que nunca doble la espalda cuando debe erguir el pecho; un hijo que sepa conocerte a ti... y conocerse a sí mismo, que es la piedra fundamental de todo conocimiento.
Condúcelo:
te lo ruego, no por el camino cómodo y fácil, sino por el camino áspero, aguijoneado por las dificultades y los retos, allí déjalo aprender a sostenerse firme en la tempestad y a sentir compasión por los que fallan.
Dame:
un hijo cuyo corazón sea claro, cuyos ideales sean altos, un hijo que se domine a sí mismo antes de pretender dominar a los demás, un hijo que aprenda a reir pero que también sepa llorar, un hijo que avance hacia el futuro, pero que nunca olvide el pasado.
Y después...
que le hayas dado todo esto te suplico entregarle suficiente sentido del buen humor, de modo que puede ser siempre serio, pero que no se tome a sí mismo demasiado en serio, dale humildad para recordar siempre la sencillez de la verdadera sabiduría, la mansedumbre de la verdadera fuerza.
Entonces yo, me atreveré a murmurar: ¡No he vivido en vano!
This is the poetry I once heard, I was in pain, so much emotional pain, I was lost and left alone, I was trapped on a job that kept me away from everything I am now, I was sure this -the one Who I am right now- would never be anymore.
I remember this specifically because not two hours before this very moment someone asked me why I was crying.
"I feel as if the whole world is on my back right now, and is bending me down, I can't see up front anymore..." I sobbed and the guy held me for a second just ot say I was late for work, I needed more than that. "There's no way out of hits right? this is what I'm gonna be ever more..." he kissed me and sent me on my way, I was on my way when on a station I heard a latin radio station and they gave the hour and then in a very grave voice, and very slowly this poem started, I didn't paid atention until this little bit:
"Dame:
un hijo que nunca doble la espalda cuando debe erguir el pecho"
It means:
Gime me:
A child that nevers bend their back when they need to rise its chest
it makes no sense, it'll be like "A child that doesn't bend their knees when needs to walk tall"
and it was like a message, like someone telling me things weren't as bad as I thought.
At the very end it says "dale humildad para recordar siempre la sencillez de la verdadera sabiduría, la mansedumbre de la verdadera fuerza." (make 'em humble to remember simple things, and the calmness of true strenght) right there I started crying, So hard,SO HARD.. I couldn't move, I was late for work that day, but then? then the mill was just dark clouds on my sky and my time there ended, I was back on my path and was not easy, it was never easy... but I was stronger, knowing things will be better from that day.
I heard the same poem today and felt like crying once more.
how far I am from th elost child...
hope my father *if any of them cares enough* get to think I'm not a total waste.
Give me:
¡Oh God! a child strong enough to know when to be weak and brave enough to face himself in the face of fear;
A child proud and righteous in fair defeat and humble and magnanimous in victory.
give me:
A child that nevers bend his back when they need to rise his chest; A child that gets to know you ... and knows himself, cornerstone of all knowledge.
lead 'em:
I beg you, not for the easy and comfortable path, but for the rough one, thorned by dificulties and challenges, there, let him learn to stand strong against the storm and to feel compassion of those who fail.
give me:
A child who's heart is clear, ideals high, a child that can tame himself before taming others, a child who knows how to laugh but also knows how to cry, a child who moves into the future, but never forgets the past.
and once...
you taught him all this I beg you give him enough sense of humor, so he can be serious, but not take himself too serious, make 'em humble to remember simple things, and the calmness of true strenght
Then I, his father, Will dare to whisper, my life was not a waste!
Dame:
¡Oh Dios! Un hijo que sea lo bastante fuerte para saber cuándo es débil y lo bastante valeroso para enfrentarse consigo mismo cuando sienta miedo;
un hijo que sea orgulloso e inflexible en la derrota honrada y humilde y magnánimo en la victoria.
Dame:
un hijo que nunca doble la espalda cuando debe erguir el pecho; un hijo que sepa conocerte a ti... y conocerse a sí mismo, que es la piedra fundamental de todo conocimiento.
Condúcelo:
te lo ruego, no por el camino cómodo y fácil, sino por el camino áspero, aguijoneado por las dificultades y los retos, allí déjalo aprender a sostenerse firme en la tempestad y a sentir compasión por los que fallan.
Dame:
un hijo cuyo corazón sea claro, cuyos ideales sean altos, un hijo que se domine a sí mismo antes de pretender dominar a los demás, un hijo que aprenda a reir pero que también sepa llorar, un hijo que avance hacia el futuro, pero que nunca olvide el pasado.
Y después...
que le hayas dado todo esto te suplico entregarle suficiente sentido del buen humor, de modo que puede ser siempre serio, pero que no se tome a sí mismo demasiado en serio, dale humildad para recordar siempre la sencillez de la verdadera sabiduría, la mansedumbre de la verdadera fuerza.
Entonces yo, me atreveré a murmurar: ¡No he vivido en vano!
This is the poetry I once heard, I was in pain, so much emotional pain, I was lost and left alone, I was trapped on a job that kept me away from everything I am now, I was sure this -the one Who I am right now- would never be anymore.
I remember this specifically because not two hours before this very moment someone asked me why I was crying.
"I feel as if the whole world is on my back right now, and is bending me down, I can't see up front anymore..." I sobbed and the guy held me for a second just ot say I was late for work, I needed more than that. "There's no way out of hits right? this is what I'm gonna be ever more..." he kissed me and sent me on my way, I was on my way when on a station I heard a latin radio station and they gave the hour and then in a very grave voice, and very slowly this poem started, I didn't paid atention until this little bit:
"Dame:
un hijo que nunca doble la espalda cuando debe erguir el pecho"
It means:
Gime me:
A child that nevers bend their back when they need to rise its chest
it makes no sense, it'll be like "A child that doesn't bend their knees when needs to walk tall"
and it was like a message, like someone telling me things weren't as bad as I thought.
At the very end it says "dale humildad para recordar siempre la sencillez de la verdadera sabiduría, la mansedumbre de la verdadera fuerza." (make 'em humble to remember simple things, and the calmness of true strenght) right there I started crying, So hard,SO HARD.. I couldn't move, I was late for work that day, but then? then the mill was just dark clouds on my sky and my time there ended, I was back on my path and was not easy, it was never easy... but I was stronger, knowing things will be better from that day.
I heard the same poem today and felt like crying once more.
how far I am from th elost child...
hope my father *if any of them cares enough* get to think I'm not a total waste.
Give me:
¡Oh God! a child strong enough to know when to be weak and brave enough to face himself in the face of fear;
A child proud and righteous in fair defeat and humble and magnanimous in victory.
give me:
A child that nevers bend his back when they need to rise his chest; A child that gets to know you ... and knows himself, cornerstone of all knowledge.
lead 'em:
I beg you, not for the easy and comfortable path, but for the rough one, thorned by dificulties and challenges, there, let him learn to stand strong against the storm and to feel compassion of those who fail.
give me:
A child who's heart is clear, ideals high, a child that can tame himself before taming others, a child who knows how to laugh but also knows how to cry, a child who moves into the future, but never forgets the past.
and once...
you taught him all this I beg you give him enough sense of humor, so he can be serious, but not take himself too serious, make 'em humble to remember simple things, and the calmness of true strenght
Then I, his father, Will dare to whisper, my life was not a waste!
