The Other Story of Mine

I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail.

Yes I would.

If I only could,

I surely would.

I'd rather be a hammer than a nail

Yes I would.

If I only could,

I surely would.

CHORUS

Away, I'd rather sail away

Like a swan that's here and gone

A man gets tied up to the ground

He gives the world

Its saddest sound,

Its saddest sound.

I'd rather be a forest than a street.

Yes I would.

If I only could,

I surely would.

I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,

Yes I would.

If I only could,

I surely would.

(Paul Simon/Jorge Milchberg)

Every morning while driving my baby Dianarsya to my parents house, one of the songs I listen to stays in my head, and can transport me to my Dreamland. My dreamland is not limited by space nor time, it is a mixture of everything, reality, past, future and hopes. This song above took me back to that little girl I was, who seemed wise for a few and weird for many others.

Adults ask children standard questions, i.e. “What would you like to be when you grow up?” or “Who do you love most?”
The standard answers from the children are “I want to be a teacher or a policeman“ “I love Mommy, Daddy or Grandma the most." To question NR.1 my answer was always: I have no idea, it doesn't matter. I know what I don't want to be, because that is what matters. I don't want to be cruel, a liar, rude or disrespectful. If I can avoid being those, that would be what I want to become. Family and profession are nothing except clothes you put on that sometimes hide who you truly are. To the second question, my answer was that I love everyone the same. No one could understand how I can love strangers as much as I love my parents and especially for someone who was as categorical as I was. There was no middle for me, it was love or hate, but love was for everyone, no exceptions, and hate would only go to what a person does, not to the person herself. I was called the devil's advocate. I still am. Everyone has his reasons. I understand.