I am not I.

I am this one walking besides me, whom I do not see, whom at times I manage to visit, and at other times I forget.

The one who forgives, sweet when I hate,

the one who remains silent when I talk,

the one who takes a walk when I am indoors,

the one who will remain standing when I die.

 

Juan Ramon Jimenez,

Translation: Robert Bly.

The freedom to
do what needs
to be done