It is Forbidden
by Pablo Neruda
It is forbidden to cry without learning,
to get up in the morning not knowing what to do,
to be afraid of your memories.
It is forbidden not to smile at your problems,
not to struggle for what you want,
to abandon everything for fear
not to turn your dreams into reality.
It is forbidden not to demonstrate your love
to make someone pay for your doubts and ill moods.
It is forbidden to give up on your friends,
not to to try to understand what you’ve lived together,
to call them only when you need to.
It is forbidden not to be yourself in front of people,
to be false in front of the people that don’t matter,
to be funny so they will remember you,
to forget about all the people who love you.
It is forbidden not to make things by yourself,
not to believe in God and forge your fate,
to be afraid of life and it’s entanglements,
not to live each day like a final sigh.
It is forbidden to miss someone without being glad,
to forget their eyes, their laugh, everything,
because your paths have quit embracing each other,
forgetting the past and satisfying it with the present.
It is forbidden not to try to understand,
to think that their life is worth more than yours,
not to know that everyone has their own path and their own fortune.
It is forbidden not to create your own story,
not to give thanks to God for your life,
not to have time for the people who need you,
not to understand that what life gives,
it can also take away.
It is forbidden not to search for your happiness.
not to live with a positive attitude,
not to think that we can be better,
not to feel that without you this world wouldn’t be the same.
*Translated to English by Donny Bergeson*