¿POR QUÉ?

 

¿POR QUÉ? 

A veces, cuando me siento al borde del agua me pregunto

cuál fue el sentido de nuestra jornada; y no lo encuentro.

Y cuando a la noche miro la ventana con ojos de asombro

me digo que nuestro andar por la vida fue misterioso.

 

Y, sin embargo, yo sé que nada en el universo es azaroso;

las palabras que se dicen y las miradas que se dirigen

siempre es hacia un destino predestinado y no a otro.

Me duele el alma no haber descubierto su significado.

 

Hoy, cuando la vida casi se acaba, aún desconozco

aquel lenguaje que hubiera acercado nuestras almas,

nuestras penas y nuestros delirios, nuestros deseos.

Ahora es tarde; me despido y me encamino hacia otro destino.

 

WORDS ARE FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE

 Last month one of my cousins from Argentina came to spend some time in Miami. The day she arrived she called me to ask me to dinner that same evening. It had been a while since we had seen each other and she was eager to talk to me. She said that she had not had time yet to rent a car, so I told her that I would pick her up at around 7pm. So, I did and since I arrived to her place a little early, I called her to come down. After approximately ten minutes I saw her walk towards my parked car, and what I saw was not what I was expecting to see. This cousin of mine is always very concerned about her appearance and is usually in a good mood, especially when she is travelling. Apparently, this time she did not seem to have the energy to look better. After exchanging warm greetings, I started driving towards the restaurant; while we were having dinner, she told me that she was in a bout of depression because, after many years of mourning, she was still not able to overcome the pain of her divorce. I asked her what event had rekindled the sorrow of something that had happened many years ago. She answered that the political situation in Argentina had a profound effect on her mood; she said that in the morning she did not have the energy to go about her daily business. My cousin did not have to make use of too many words to make me understand the roots of her depression; I know well that divorce is a death, and the fact that an amazing country like Argentina has fallen into the hands of deep corruption makes me also feel sad ten thousand miles away. The evening went by quickly and when I took her back home, I told her that I would send her a message for another get together. The morning after our dinner I wrote to a common friend and told her that I had seen my cousin for dinner, and that although she was somewhat depressed, it was a pleasure to be in the company of such a sensitive and intelligent woman. What I did not notice was that the text I used to write to my friend was a group message that had also my cousin as a participant. After a couple of days my cousin and I met again for dinner; this time she said she would pick me up. When she came, I was already waiting for her downstairs; and when I got into the car, I was amazed to see how in such a short time she had radically changed. Her hair looked superb, her clothes were elegant, her face had a friendly smile and when she looked at me, she said: “I feel so much better today. It must be the wonderful Miami weather.” It was only later that I realized that she had read my text message to my friend. Once again a positive remark had shown its magic power.

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Marina Oppenheimer

Licensed psycotherapist

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