"If for an
instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece
of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think, but rather I would
think of all that I say. I would value things, not for their worth but
for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that
for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when
others hold back, I would wake when others sleep. I would listen when
others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream! If God
were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face
first into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if
I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to
show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti
poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and
the red kiss of their petals...
My god, if I had a
piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the
people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each man
that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love.
I would
show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love
when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be
in love! To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly
on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age,
but with forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men...
