If, for an instant, God forgot that I am a rag doll and gave me a piece of life,
I possibly would not say everything I think,
but think everything I say.
I would value things not for what they are worth,
but for what they mean.
I would sleep less, dream more,
I understand that for every minute we close our eyes,
we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would go when others halt,
wake up when others sleep.
I would listen when others speak
and how would I enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God gave me a piece of life,
I would dress simply,
Throw myself face up unto the sun,
Bearing not only my body but also my soul.
God, if I had a heart, I would write all of my hate on ice,
and wait for the sun to come up.
I would paint with a Van Gogh dream upon the stars a Benedetti poem
and a Serrat song would be my serenade to the moon.
I would water the roses with my tears,
to feel the pain of their thorns,
and the incarnate kiss of their petals...
