Neizvestnyj Avtor. YA uhozhu
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Izd: gazeta "Moskovskie novosti"
OCR: ZHanna Marina
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Date: 22 Jan 2001: Tekst "YA uhozhu" okazalsya talantlivoj poddelkoj pod
Markesa. Sudya po vsemu Markes vyzdoravlivaet (ili vyzdorovel?) i vystupil s
oproverzheniem avtorstva etogo teksta.
Velikij kolumbijskij pisatel' Gabriel' Garsia Markes uhodit ot nas:
rak, kotorym on stradaet, dal metastazy v limfaticheskie uzly, i eto
oznachaet, chto nedolog srok. On sam ponimaet eto luchshe vseh. Nam, ostayushchimsya,
on adresuet eto proshchal'noe pis'mo - odin iz poslednih darov miru prekrasnogo
cheloveka i podlinnogo mastera...
Esli by Gospod' Bog na sekundu zabyl o tom, chto ya tryapichnaya kukla, i
daroval mne nemnogo zhizni, veroyatno, ya ne skazal by vsego, chto dumayu; ya by
bol'she dumal o tom, chto govoryu.
YA by cenil veshchi ne po ih stoimosti, a po ih znachimosti.
YA by spal men'she, mechtal bol'she, soznavaya, chto kazhdaya minuta s
zakrytymi glazami - eto poterya shestidesyati sekund sveta.
YA by hodil, kogda drugie ot etogo vozderzhivayutsya, ya by prosypalsya,
kogda drugie spyat, ya by
slushal, kogda drugie govoryat.
I kak by ya naslazhdalsya shokoladnym morozhenym!
Esli by Gospod' dal mne nemnogo zhizni, ya by odevalsya prosto, podnimalsya
s pervym luchom solnca, obnazhaya ne tol'ko telo, no i dushu.
Bozhe moj, esli by u menya bylo eshche nemnogo vremeni, ya zakoval by svoyu
nenavist' v led i zhdal, kogda pokazhetsya solnce. YA risoval by pri zvezdah,
kak Van Gog, mechtal, chitaya stihi Benedet-ti, i pesn' Serra byla by moej
lunnoj serenadoj. YA omyval by rozy svoimi slezami, chtoby vkusit' bol' ot ih
shipov i alyj poceluj ih lepestkov.
Bozhe moj, esli by u menya bylo nemnogo zhizni... YA ne propustil by dnya,
chtoby ne govorit' lyubimym lyudyam, chto ya ih lyublyu. YA by ubezhdal kazhduyu zhenshchinu
i kazhdogo muzhchinu, chto lyublyu ih, ya by zhil v lyubvi s lyubov'yu.
YA by dokazal lyudyam, naskol'ko oni ne pravy, dumaya, chto kogda oni
stareyut, to perestayut lyubit':
naprotiv, oni stareyut potomu, chto perestayut lyubit'!
Rebenku ya dal by kryl'ya i sam nauchil by ego letat'.
Starikov ya by nauchil tomu, chto smert' prihodit ne ot starosti, no ot
zabveniya.
YA ved' tozhe mnogomu nauchilsya u vas, lyudi.
YA uznal, chto kazhdyj hochet zhit' na vershine gory, ne dogadyvayas', chto
istinnoe schast'e ozhidaet ego na spuske.
YA ponyal, chto, kogda novorozhdennyj vpervye hvataet otcovskij palec
kroshechnym kulachkom, on hvataet ego navsegda.
YA ponyal, chto chelovek imeet pravo vzglyanut' na drugogo sverhu vniz lish'
dlya togo, chtoby pomoch' emu vstat' na nogi.
YA tak mnogomu nauchilsya ot vas, no, po pravde govorya, ot vsego etogo
nemnogo pol'zy, potomu chto, nabiv etim sunduk, ya umirayu.
8 dekabrya 2000
Despedida de Garcia Marquez a sus amigos
Origin: http://www.psa-rising.com/voices/farewell/index.htm
Si por un instante Dios se olvidara
que soy una marioneta de trapo y
me regalara un trozo de vida,
posiblemente no diria todo lo que
pienso, pero en definitiva pensaria
todo lo que digo.
Daria valor a las cosas, no por lo que
valen sino porque lo que significan.
Dormiria poco, sosaria mas, entiendo
que por cada minuto que cerramos
los ojos, perdemos sesenta segundos
de luz
Andaria cuando los demas se
detienen, despertaria cuando los
demas duermen.
Escucharia cuando los demas hablan,
y como disfrutaria de un buen helado
de chocolate.
Si Dios me obsequiara un trozo de
vida, vestidira sencillo, me tiraria de
bruces al sol, dejando descubierto no
solo mi cuerpo sino mi alma.
Dios mio, si yo tuviera un corazon,
escribiria mi odio sobre el hielo y
esperaria a que saliera el sol.
Pintaria con un sueso de Vang Goh
sobre las estrellas un poema de
Benedetti, y una cancion de Serrat
seria la serenata que les ofreceria a
la luna.
Regaria con mis lagrimas las rosas,
para sentir el dolor de sus espinas, y
el encarnado beso de sus alos....
Dios mio, si yo tuviera un trozo de
vida...
No dejaria pasar un solo dia sin
decirle a la gente que quiero, que la
quiero.
Convenceria a cada mujer u hombre
de que son mis favoritos y viviria
enamorado del amor.
A los hombres les probaria cuan
equivocados estan al pensar que
dejan de enamorarse cuando
envejecen, sin saber que envejecen
cuando dejan de enamorarse. A un
niso le daria alasa, pero le dejaria
que el solo aprendiese a volar. A los
viejos les ensesaria que la muerte no
llega con la vejez, sino con el olvido.
Tantas cosas he aprendido de Uds.
los hombres....
He aprendido que todo el mundo
quiere vivir en la cima de la montasa
sin saber que la verdadera felicidad
esta en la forma de subir la
escarpada.
He aprendido que un hombre solo
tiene derecho a mirar a otro hombre
hacia abajo, cuando ha de ayudarle a
levantarse. Son tantas las cosas que
he podido aprender de Uds, pero
finalmente de mucho no habran de
servir porque cuando me guarden
dentro de esa maleta, infelizmente
me estare muriendo.
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¿ 1997-2000
Garcia Marquez. Farewell to His Friends
If for a moment God would forget
that I am a rag doll and give me a
scrap of life, possibly I would not
say everything that I think, but I
would definitely think everything that
I say.
I would value things not for how
much they are worth but rather for
what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more. I
know that for each minute that we
close our eyes we lose sixty seconds
of light.
I would walk when the others loiter; I
would awaken when the others sleep.
I would listen when the others speak,
and how I would enjoy a good
chocolate ice cream.
If God would bestow on me a scrap of
life, I would dress simply, I would
throw myself flat under the sun,
exposing not only my body but also
my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, 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...My God, if I only had a scrap
of life...
I wouldn't let a single day go by
without saying to people I love, that
I love them.
I would convince each woman or man
that they are my favourites and I
would live in love with love.
I would prove to the men how
mistaken they are in thinking that
they no longer fall in love when they
grow old--not knowing that they grow
old when they stop falling in love. 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 so
much from you men....
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. I have learned so many things
from you, but in the end most of it
will be no use because when they put
me inside that suitcase,
unfortunately I will be dying.
translated by Matthew Taylor and Rosa Arelis
Taylor
July 18 2000
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