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04.01.2001 Faruk Eczacıbaşı - netyorum.com / Sayı: 53
netyorum.com: Sayın Faruk Eczacıbaşı, büyük bir
incelikle, yeni yıl mesajının ekinde bize ilettiği "Johnny Welch"
'in bir mektubunu yayınlamamıza izin verdi. Kendisine bu mektubu bizimle
paylaştığı için teşekkür ederiz. Metin İngilizce'dir.
If for a moment God were to forget that I am rag doll and granted me a piece of
life, I probably wouldn't say everything that I think; rather, I would think
about everything that I say.
I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean.
I would sleep less, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our
eyes, we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep, I would
listen when others talk. And how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice-cream!
If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face
first into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to
show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem, and a
Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon. I would water roses
with my tears, to feel the pain of their thorns and the red kiss of their
petals...
My God, if I had a piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day pass without
telling the people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each
man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show
men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they
grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love!
To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own.
I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with
forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men ...
I have learned that everyone wants to live at the top of the mountain, without
knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled.
I have learned that when a newborn child first squeezes his father's finger in
his tiny fist, he has him trapped forever.
I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has
to help the other get to his feet.
From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of much use,
for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.
Johnny Welch
December 8, 2000
24.11.2004 Önemli Not: Bu çeviri
daha önce Gabriel Garcia Marquez imzası ile yayınlanmıştı. Ancak "alev" rumuzu
ile bize yazan okurumuz bize bu öykünün Gabriel Garcia Marquez'e ait olmadığını,
yazarının Meksikalı bir vantrilog olan Johnny Welch olduğunu aktardı. Bu nedenle
yazarın ismini Johnny Welch olarak değiştirdik. Daha detaylı bilgi için
http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/marquez.html adresine bakabilirsiniz.
(Bu metnin elektronik, basılı veya görsel yayın organlarında tamamen veya kısmen
yayınlanması yazarının yazılı iznine tabidir. Aksine davranılmaması önemle rica
olunur. Alıntı yapılmadan bu sayfaya link verilmesi için herhangi bir izin
gerekmemektedir.)
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