LA MILLOR CANÇÓ DE L´ANY- MARKETA IRGLOVÀ- WITHOUT A MAP

 Cada dia , de dilluns a  divendres, quan a les 5'10 minuts  surto per la porta de  casa meva sona aquesta meravellosa  i indiscutible obra d´art.-

La millor  manera de començar un dia de  feina  i saber qui  i com  t´han portat on ets.

I si, cada dia m´emociono  en el mateix lloc, albirant el campanar de l´Església  del poble on  he nascut, sempre a les  fosques, a les 5'14 minuts.

I a aquella  hora  ja he pensat en tots  i  per  tots  he pregat( bagué´s style) perque tot els  vagi bé. (M´agradaria desitjar-los més coses , però les  neurones  no matinen  tant com  jo.)

Avui és el meu cumple i els que m´estimen m´han felicitat tots. De fet  crec que hem batut  el  rècord d´esmorzar més llarg de l´història d´una notaria. S´han portat tots, com sempre, extraordinaris(.)

Em tremolen  tots els dintres, regalat  per la  felicitat compartida, pel privilegi de ser algú a la  vostra llista.

Tornant  he  tingut el  regal d´una hora de conversa amb el meu company de mil viatges. L´Albert petit  dormia  darrera. Tots dos  tenim el  gran premi, ell el seu  fill i jo  veure´l feliç.

Encara  que de  vegades sembli que no.. encara que de vegades pensis que  ets un idiota  rematat... encara  que de  vegades t´agradaria ser  com ells,  freds ,assèptics i sense pell...  digues  que no, no  caiguis  en la seva  temptació. 

Segueix a la  teva intuició. Si  ets  amor, tens el millor mapa possible.

Gràcies de  tot cor 

WITHOUT A MAP- MARKETA IRGLOVÀ

( ja està traduïda al bloc)

God, I’ve been sent here blind to learn to see,

Remembering you were always there with me.

But do you know just how hard that’s been?

Could all of this have really been foreseen?

I’d like to say a prayer, how does it go?

I’m tired. Tell me, God, does it show?

What could have called for such a handicap?

I was sent out here without a map.

All this time I’ve had to guess the way,

To keep moving when I wished to stay.

I’ve been wrong as much as I’ve been right.

You tell me: ‘Walk by faith and not by sight, and

Keep your heavy heart afloat.

You are a timber carved by knife, but

Someday you may serve as a boat.’

Drawing by Mary Reynolds. Text by Marketa Irglova.

What I lose here on earth…

…Is lost in heaven.

If I ask you for help…

…it will be given.

But you’ve waited this long…

…you weren’t ready.

My devotion was strong…

…it wasn’t steady.

I have one more question…

…you have the answer too.

But what does that mean?

You’re I, and I am you.

Why speak in riddles?

Then let me show the way.

That’s all I’ve wanted.

That’s all you’ve had to say.

Well come on then, God, show me,

Which way you would like me to go, and

I won’t resume to question,

How I was ever supposed to know.

There have been signs along the way, but

They’ve been so very obscure.

At times I thought I knew their meaning, but

How could I’ve ever been sure?

God, I was sent here deaf to learn to hear,

To have faith in you and never fear.

Life is an ocean, you its every wave,

Your arms would cradle me, and keep me safe.

You’re right, all this, and more I need to learn,

All this unease just makes my stomach churn.

It was I not you who set this trap, but

You did leave me here without a map.

All this time I’ve had to guess the way,

To keep moving when I wished to stay.

I’ve been right as much as I’ve been wrong, so

All I hear from you is: ‘You are strong enough,

For all you’ll ever have to face,

The only map you need is Love,

To guide you through this illusion of a maze.’

Our Father, who art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

On earth, as it is in heaven,

Give us today our daily bread,

Forgive us, Father, all our sins,

As we forgive those who sin against us, and

Lead us not into temptation, but

Deliver us from evil, for thy is the kingdom, and

The power, and the glory,

Now and forever more,

Amen.