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IF.....


 

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ’Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
’ Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son!

 


 

Había leído muchas veces este maravilloso poema de Kipling, pero sólo desde que soy padre, el poema me parece inmenso y sueño con recitárselo algún día a Nicolás y Bernardo.

 

Planeta Abras.

 

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7 comentarios

Jordan Jumpman -

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Jordan 13 -

Grief is itself a medicine.

Jordan 11 -

Time cures sorrows and squabbles because we all change, and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended is the same.
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Supra Vaider High -

Practice perfect, as you well know, and perfection is within your grasp. Put in the extra time now, and make an outstanding impression.

Planeta Abras -

Planeta G: la paternidad es una cosa difícil de explicar. Imaginas cómo serán de mayores, sueñas con que sepan manejar su vida para ser felices, y a mi este poema me parece una muy buena receta para que mis enanos caminene en esa dirección.

Admás ese es el formato del poema, un padre diciéndole a su hijo como hacerse con la Tierra y todo lo que está en ella.

Abraszos.

Planeta G -

Mi abuelo se lo repetía a mi madre, mi madre me lo citó. Me falta esa segunda lectura que tú le haces ahora... No sé, de todos modos me encanta. Muchas gracias por compartirlo.
Pd- (También lo vi en un episodio de los Simpson, se lo recitaba el abuelo a Bart, ¿te lo puedes creer?)

Planeta M -

Buf. Que maravilla. No lo conocía.
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