I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
the one who remains silent while I talk,
the one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
the one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
the one who will remain standing when I die.
by Juan Ramon Jimenez
''Kada odsviram neki Šopenov komad, osećam kao da sam ronio suze nad gresima što nikad ne počinih, kao da sam tugovao nad nesrećama koje uopšte nisu bile moje.''
