Y yo me iré. Y se quedarán los pájaros
cantando;
y se quedará mi huerto, con su verde árbol,
y con su pozo blanco.
Todas la tardes, el cielo será azul y plácido;
y tocarán, como esta tarde están tocando,
las campanas del campanario.
Se morirán aquellos que me amaron;
y el pueblo se hará nuevo cada año;
y en el rincón aquel de mi huerto florido y encalado.
mi espíritu errará, nostálgico…
Y yo me iré; y estaré solo, sin hogar, sin árbol
verde, sin pozo blanco,
sin cielo azul y plácido…
Y se quedarán los pájaros cantando.
(El viaje definitivo, de Juan Ramón Jiménez)
In our Creative Writing class, we were asked to memorize and recite a poem aloud in our last class. My professor asked me to choose a poem in Spanish, and I chose this one because it was just what I was feeling at that time...I knew I was going to leave, and when you have to leave a place, it's impossible not to feel mellancholic and a bit sad knowing that you will be leaving that place, and once you're not there, life will be going on without you there. You'll no longer share those moments with those people, your people, your friends; they will keep having wonderful experiences, and you wish you were there to share them with them...but you won't. You'll be miles and miles away. And it's sad, really sad. So yeah, everytime you leave a place it's the same old story...you begin a new life, but life goes on for both you and your friends...so when you come back nothing is the same. I'll miss my friends...and they say they'll miss me...I just hope that I don't lose contact with them, and the wonderful relationships that have been built in these years will continue forever. And whenever I go somewhere, I will leave knowing and accepting the fact that while I'm away the river of life will continue its course...but when I come back they'll still be there for me, and I for them...with more milleage, more mature, with more experiences on our backs...but together. =)
This song goes for all of them:
Tarta primavera
4 years ago
