If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life..
I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.
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…
I wouldn’t let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.
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 that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.
I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father’s finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.
I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up.
The Puppet (excerpt)
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
