Sunday, October 21, 2012

Poem: To my friends



Poem to friends
Jorge Luis Borges



  I cannot give solutions to all the problems of your life, and I have no answers to your doubts or fears, but I can listen and share it with you.

  I cannot change your past or future, but when you need me I'll be with you.

I cannot help you stumble. Only I can offer you my hand and exposes you do not fall.



Your joys, your triumphs and your successes are not mine. But honestly I enjoy when I see you happy.

I do not judge the decisions you make in life. I merely support you, encourage you and help you if you ask me.



 I cannot give solutions to all the problems of your life, and I have no answers to your doubts or fears, but I can listen and share it with you.

  I cannot change your past or future, but when you need me I'll be with you.

I cannot help you stumble. Only I can offer you my hand and exposes you do not fall.



Your joys, your triumphs and your successes are not mine. But honestly I enjoy when I see you happy.

I do not judge the decisions you make in life. I merely support you, encourage you and help you if you ask me.

I cannot make limits within which you must act, but if I offer this space to grow.

I cannot help your suffering some pain when you split the heart. But I can mourn with you and pick up the pieces to assemble them again.

I cannot tell who you are or who you should be. I can only love you as you are and be your friend.

These days I thought to my friends, you were down or up, or in the middle. You not lead or ended my list. You were the number one and the final number, and I have no claim to be the first, second or third on the list. Just that I want as a friend. Thanks for being so.
I can and not make limits within which you must act, but if I offer this space to grow.

I cannot help your suffering some pain when you split the heart. But I can mourn with you and pick up the pieces to assemble them again.

I cannot tell who you are or who you should be. I can only love you as you are and be your friend.

These days I thought to my friends, you were down or up, or in the middle. You no lead or you ended my list. You were the number one and the final number, and I have no claim to be the first, second or third on the list. Just that I want as a friend. Thanks for being so.

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