Poetry to my children.

"I am a poet of sidewalks, of moments, of patios and of looking into eyes" (Magdalena S. Blesa)

Here's a poem from "Manual para mis hijos," Magdalena's new work. Don't miss it because it sounds like a gift from her lips.

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Instructions to my children

Never even attempt to turn around

Never an escape, no matter how many there are

Never any fear, and if you were to have any,

Never let them notice it, don't let them realize it

Never say “I give up” if you don’t have the strength.

Even if it was on all fours, reach the goal

Let no one accuse you… look me in the face!

Let no one accuse you of leaving an impossible dream unfulfilled…

(If there were any)

I don't know them,

And look, I carry dreams on my back.

Never, and I say this as a sentence, look me in the face!

Never in your life pass by anyone without a smile.

There is no one in the world who does not deserve it.

Make life easier for him, look at me!

To every living being that inhabits the earth

Never forget that there is war in the world

For passing by without glory or pain in front of a man

And not ask ourselves what dream worries him

What story drives you,

What a pity surrounds it,

What fear stops him,

What a mother had him,

What a hug is missing,

What rage haunts him,

What envy seizes him…

Never, and I say this with little strength,

If the world stops,

You sit and watch someone else push it.

Roll up your sleeves,

Be lever and wheel,

Take your life and whoever's,

May you lack a path,

Lose the fight against the dwarves

Don't be the first,

Let the men who have no legs beat you.

Don't know everything,

Let those who know less answer.

The hands are very big,

The open doors,

Wide embraces, no borders

Speak a clear language that can be understood

If you shake hands, do it firmly.

Looking into the eyes,

Leaving a mark

Lend your life,

Give it away whole

May no one lack even a drop of it

Sing!

That singing makes life more beautiful

And never, I speak to you from where I am born

The last breath of life I have,

Never an escape,

However many there are…

 

Magdalena S. Blesa

Writer

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