Τι είναι αληθινό;

Τα λουλούδια στο βάζο έχουν πια μαραθεί.
Το νερό θολό μα τα άνθη αντιστέκονται ακόμα.
Ξέρουν οτι έχουν πια πεθάνει, μα σα βαλσαμωμένα,
λάμπουν το τελευταίο τους χρώμα.

Μέσα στη νύχτα κάποιος καλεί, ελπίζω πως είσαι εσύ.
Είδα την αγκαλιά μας το βράδυ,
την ονειρεύτηκα κι αυτή.


"What is REAL?" asked the Velveteen Rabbit one day...

"It's a thing that happens to you. When someone loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." said the Skin Horse

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept."

"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand (...) Once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."

                            "The Velveteen Rabbit or How Toys Become Real",
                                                             by Margery Williams Bianco


Με έκανες να φανταστώ πως μπορώ να νιώσω αληθινός
και για αυτό σ' ευχαριστώ.