Fountain On Life’s Road (English + Catalan versions)

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ENGLISH:

We all hit a road, some perhaps the less traveled

as Robert Frost says when he compares life choices:

What would have happened if, or what is now to come.

Which one we hit is always hard, rocky, sandy,

climbing in overwhelming heat or in freezing coldness.

Yet we keep walking, falling down but standing up again

as individuals and as collective fighting for our identity

we need to protect against those giants that abuse us.

Sometimes the road becomes unwalkable, full of rocks,

fallen trees, white sheets over those who’ve passed away

where we might stop for a while, but we soon keep going

looking in the distance over the mirrors of time

knowing Ithaca’s journey is hard but worth trying.

Silver reflections, mermaid chants speaking of fake paradises

we should have overheard but, instead, got us trapped too long

in their giant paws, wanting to eat us with their jaws

like a myriad flies trapped in a spider’s web.

But we keep walking and it is in these moments when

exhaustion and thirst overcome us, we would almost give up

if it weren’t for something magic shining in the distance,

a fountain, whose waters are there for us to drink and

to help us endure the rest of our long journey.

And fountains are many, a helping hand we must take.

A fountain is that good friend who listens to you, understands,

and that professional, doctor, teacher, psychologist, someone who knows.

And I thank you all for giving me that precious water

on the long road ahead, on the way to the mountain top,

on the trail that liberates from enslavement and brings us freedom.

 

 

CATALÀ: Font en el camí de la vida

 

Tots agafem un camí, alguns potser el menys transitat

tal i com en Robert Frost diu quan compara decisions en la vida:

Què hauria passat si…, o què s’esdenvidrà ara…

El camí que triem és sempre dur, pedregós, ple de sorra,

pujant amb una calor aclaparadora o un fred gelador.

Però seguim caminant, caient i aixecant-nos de nou

com a individus i com a col.lectiu lluitant per la nostra identitat

que hem de protegir contra aquells gegants que abusen de nosaltres.

A voltes el camí esdevé intravessable, ple de roques,

arbres caiguts, llençols blancs damunt dels qui han mort,

on ens aturem uns instants per tornar a caminar altra vegada

mirant en la llunyania per damunt dels miralls del temps,

conscients que el viatge d’Itaca és dur però que val la pena.

Reflexos platejats, cants de sirena parlant de paradisos inexistents

que hauríem d’haver ignorat però que ens atraparen fa massa temps

amb les seves urpes, volent-nos menjar amb mandíbules ingents

com milers de mosques atrapades en una aranyesca teranyina.

Però seguim caminant i és en aquests moments quan

el cansament i la set s’apoderen de nosaltres, gairebé ho deixaríem tot

si no fos per quelcom màgic brillant en la llunyania,

una font amb les seves aigües per a poder beure i

ajudar-nos a resistir la resta del nostre llarg viatge.

I de fonts n’hi ha moltes, una mà estesa que hem d’agafar.

Una font és aquell amic que t’escolta, et comprèn,

I aquell professional, metge, professor, psicòleg, algú que en sap.

I vull agrair-vos a tots per haver-me fet beure la vostra aigua preciosa

en el llarg camí cap endavant, en el camí cap al cim de la muntanya,

en el camí que allibera de l’esclavatge i ens du la llibertat.

 

 

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