Tragedy

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La tragedia del hombre es mayor cuando se la deja caer.

The tragedy of man is greater when he gives it up.

Antonio Porchia, Voices, translated by W. S. Merwin

Heart

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En una alma llena cabe todo y en una alma vacía no cabe nada.

¡Quién comprende!

A full of heart has room for everything and an empty heart has room for nothing.

Who understands?

Antonio Porchia, Voices, translated by W. S. Merwin

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Dream

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El sueño que no se alimenta de sueño desaparece.

The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.

Antonio Porchia, Voices, translated by W. S. Merwin

Words

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Lo que dicen las palabras no dura. Duran las palabras. Porque las palabras son siempre las mismas y lo que dicen no es nunca lo mismo.


What words say does not last. The words last. Because words are always the same, and what they say is never the same.

Antonio Porchia, trans., W. S. Merwin, Voices

With the eyes closed

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Quien ha visto con los ojos abiertos, puede volver a ver, pero con los ojos cerrados.

Who has seen with the eyes open can see again, but with the eyes closed.

Antonia Porchia, Voices, translated by W.S. Merwin

The soul of one

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El alma de todos sólo es el alma de cada uno.

The soul of all is only the soul of each one.

Antonia Porchia, Voices, translated by W.S. Merwin

The shadows

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Las sombras: unas ocultan, otras descubren.

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.

Antonia Porchia, Voices, translated by W.S. Merwin

Seeing

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Vemos por algo que nos ilumina; por algo que no vemos.

We see by means of something which illumines us, which we do not see.

Antonia Porchia, Voices, translated by W.S. Merwin

Carrying a sun

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Hasta el más pequeño de los seres lleva un sol en los ojos.

Even the smallest of creatures carries a sun in its eyes.

Antonia Porchia, Voices, translated by W.S. Merwin

Wound

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Habla con su propia palabra sólo la herida.

Only the wound speaks its own word.

Antonio Porchia, Voices, translated by W.S. Merwn

My road

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Antes de recorrer mi camino yo era mi camino.

Before I travelled my road I was my road.

Antonio Porchia, Voices, translated by W.S. Merwin

Raise your eyes

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If you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point.

Antonio Porchia, Voices, translated by W.S. Merwin

Door

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A door opens to me.  I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.

Antonio Porchia, Voices

Empty/Full

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Quien ha visto vaciarse todo, casi sabe de qué se llena todo.

He who has seen everything empty itself is close to knowing what everything is filled with.

Antonio Porchia, Voices