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"Else you and I, My Teresa, never..." ~Miguel de Unamuno |
| Si tú y yo, Teresa mía, nunca nos hubiéramos visto, nos hubiéramos muerto sin saberlo: no habríamos vivido. Tu sabes que morirse, vida mía, pero tienes sentido de que vives en mí, y viva aguardas que a ti torne yo vivo. Por el amor supimos de la muerte; por el amor supimos que se muere; sabemos que se vive cuando llega el morirnos. Vivir es solamente, vida mía, saber que se ha vivido, es morirse a sabiendas dando gracias a Dios de haber nacido. |
Else you and I, my Theresa, never would have seen ourselves, would have died without knowing: we had not lived. You know of dying, my life, but you have a sense that you live in me, and life you await that to you may I return alive. By love we knew of death; By love we knew that it dies; we know that it was alive when it to kill us arrived. To live is solitary, my life, to know that one has lived, is to knowingly kill ourselves to thank God for born having been. |
