If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Paco Pavon 2017
Te recomiendo mi novela «A hostias con la Vida» un relato conmovedor de amor incondicional, dolor inenarrable, y una búsqueda incansable por la identidad. Ambientada en el Madrid de la movida de los años 80, nos cuenta las vidas entrelazadas de Antonio Leal, un locutor de radio cuya voz encantadora oculta sus luchas internas, Román, un agente secreto cuya aparición en la vida de Antonio desencadena una serie de eventos que transformarán su existencia para siempre, y Kika, una mujer excepcionalmente libre en cuya existencia solo existe un apego indestructible, su hermano Tony.
¿De quien es el poema? Me gusta mucho leer pero no soy muy dada a la poesia y leo muy poca, pero esta es interesante.
Es de Ruyard Kipling. Un cordial saludo, Carmen.