I Should Have...
Epitaph, by Os Titãs (originally in Portuguese)
"I should have loved more,
cried more,
seen the sunrise.
I should have risked more,
and even made more mistakes.
I should have done what I wanted to do.
I wanted to have accepted people the way they were.
Each one knows the joy and the sorrows they bring in their hearts.
Chance will protect me
if I´m distracted.
Chance will
I should have complicated less,
worked less,
seen the sunset.
I should have cared less
about small problems.
I should have died for love...
I wanted to have accepted
life the way it was.
Each one of us has their happy and sad moments.
Chance will protect me
If I´m distracted
Chance will
I should have complicated less,
worked less,
seen the sunset..."
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Mary Wilkinson says:
I have to say that when
I have to say that when there is a sunset I try to stop and see it. I am working on acceptance and I have had a fair share of risks...I love the poem Lu-it speaks for all of us, who strive for truth in our lives.
Luciana Lhullier says:
Ah, Mares, unfortunately the
Ah, Mares, unfortunately the ones who get the message are the ones who don´t need it! I wish a couple people I know and love thought like you...
jitu rajgor says:
Good Poetry, I watch song on
Good Poetry, I watch song on YouTube. Marvelous. Thanks for posting.
Luciana Lhullier says:
Thanks, Dr. J. I love that
Thanks, Dr. J. I love that group. They´ve been together for more than 20 years now, and remain friends, which means they were able to work on their egos for the group survival. I admire that.
Mary Wilkinson says:
Lu, I was confirming a quote
Lu, I was confirming a quote for Jitu's blog and came across this from Jean De La Bruyere; There are but three events in a mans life; birth, life and death. He is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain and he forgets to live.
Luciana Lhullier says:
Sarcasm is humbling
Sarcasm is humbling sometimes... :-D I love that quote.
Ellen R. Sheeley says:
This is lovely, Lu. . .and
This is lovely, Lu. . .and speaks to some basic truth in many of us.
Luciana Lhullier says:
I was at this birthday party
I was at this birthday party the other day and two people were talking about how much they "suffered" at school and at life because their names were never spelled right. Then one of them turns to me and asks : does that ever happened to you ? Countless times, I said. And were you never bothered by that? No, I think there are more important things in life than whether people spell my name right or not.
I was sorry to be so blunt, afterwards, but I easily lose patience with those things, you know. Why do people complicate their lives so much? Why do they try to make it worse?
Ellen R. Sheeley says:
I've also got one of those
I've also got one of those names that people can't seem to spell or pronounce, but it has never come close to being something to work myself into a lather over. Easier just to laugh and respond whether I am called Elaine, Eileen, Allen, Shelley, Sheila, whatever.
Luciana Lhullier says:
:-D When I was living in the
:-D When I was living in the US I went to have a hair cut at Supercuts and the guy called me Lucretia all the time. My husband was waiting for me, sitting in the sofa. After we left, he called me Lucretia for at least two weeks... many years later he still does, when he wants to make me laugh : Lucretia, dear...
Rebbecca Hill says:
Thanks for sharing this
Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem, Lu. I will bookmark it when I need a reminder :)
Luciana Lhullier says:
Hi Rebb! This song is one of my bookmarks, as well.
We do need reminders, don´t we? I´m always going back to my bookmarks when my pace gets too accelerated... :-D
Oswald Pereira says:
This is a fantastic poem,
This is a fantastic poem, Luci. I agree with Ellen, it's so very true for many of us. I wish I could have died for love and given more of myself and submerged my ego. There are so many so-called loves that one encounters. But perhaps we have to choose one true love.
Luciana Lhullier says:
Hi Oz!
This song was made after they lost one of the members of the group in an accident...
You know, I think it´s great when we realize those things and relax a little. Maybe that´s when we´re able to truly love.
Oswald Pereira says:
Hi Luci. True love is what
Hi Luci. True love is what we all live for. It's a 'dream' that we all wish would come true.
I still dream of true love. But I know that it's a dream that can't come true if I can't let go and relax with the thought that dreams are simply not true. If love were a dream, it wouldn't be love; it would be an illusion.
So true love is really not perfect but imperfect. It's full of learning, knowing each other, making mistakes, sinning and forgiving. Or as we often said as teenagers, 'Love is never having to say sorry; your tender touch says it all."
Sue Glasco says:
Changing the subject from the lovely poem....
I can receive messages in my mailbox but can not send them. I tried to hit some other connect possibility on your home page and after three times being told I was not correctly identifying the code letters (I felt certain I did), I gave up. So could you please send me your email address to my mailbox? I want to send you a private message asking if you know someone that my son-in-law knows.
Luciana Lhullier says:
Right away, Sue!
Right away, Sue!
Lynn Henriksen says:
Dear Luciana, I love the
Dear Luciana,
I love the poem, thanks for sharing it. It is a great reminder to all of us - something to review often.
My habit is to get up each morning and fling open the curtains in my bedroom and look out at the wonderful world and thank God for his grace in letting me be a part of it if only for a fleeting moment in time. I really do this and it makes me happy every morning.
I love the rain, the fog, the sunshine, whatever He sends.
Sue Glasco says:
What a great habit, Lynn....
Your comment made me realize that I have ceased a habit I used to have that a minister friend taught us--to wake up and say, "Good morning, Lord." I think age-related sciatic nerve problems has instead make me think of: do I hurt? Ha. Ha. At our former house, I used to walk past the dining room sliding glass doors looking down on our pond and whisper gratitude. I am going to try to form a new habit and "fling open the curtains in my bedroom and look out on the wonderful world and thank God for his grace in letting me be a part of it...for this fleeting moment in time." I especially like your last sentence--I love the rain, the fog, the sunshine, whatever He sends. A late friend always loved rainy days and I have long imitated her and been appreciative of rainy days. But I love your embracing whatever you are given. I will try to make that part of my new habit. Thanks for commenting on Lu's poem, which we found so inspiring.
Lynn Henriksen says:
Well, Sue, thank you for
Well, Sue, thank you for your lovely words. It's nice to know you were inspired. I hope your sciatic nerve lets up - that's a tough one to manage.