TENDERNESS WITHOUT BORDERS. Ternura sin
Fronteras
No puedo vivir sin ternura
One cannot live without tenderness
Pablo Neruda once wrote
Sabre acariciar las neuvas flores por que tu me
ensenaste la ternura
I shall know how to touch new flowers gently
because you taught me tenderness
When I was a recent graduate doctor in
Melbourne, so much in love with my profession and a fellow doctor, the words,
I want to whisper my love to the wind to touch
your hearing,
Had more than just romantic sensation but I
wonder how someone can be a source of such inexhaustible tenderness
I have been in search of it, guided by the above
thoughts, as I became conscious of the infinite sweetness of this world, on my
way from Miami to Melbourne via London, with my medical diploma tucked under my
arms.
If such words synchronized with passion, I knew
that paradise existed.
That was and that is the best construction for
me, Tenderness with passion with Lovers;
Tenderness with sensuality with friends.
When I found Cuba, I knew a country of tenderness
existed. I cannot think of any other country which is tenderer than Cuba. But
tenderness can exist among individuals in all parts of the world.
Culture, Country and Expected behavior may
modify the tenderness in individuals. Cuba enhances it and many countries such
as Malaysia or France may extinguish it
Now you can stop wondering why I love Cuba so
much
It is the so called reality that puts out the
fire of tenderness. Fears, complexes, inability to be pure, all interfere with
it.
I have been asked more than once in my life, your
words are so full of tenderness but are they real or carry an agenda of their
own?
Recently in Cuba I experienced that familiar
feeling of already liking a person before you had met them, only to be asked,
why are you so intense about new friendships?
To me, all new friendships deserve intensity and
friendships will find their own level of equilibrium. Allow the friendships
that freedom to be where it wants to be, do not manipulate it, intentionally or
subconsciously.
Give a chance to reality; everything sinks to
the lowest level.
Just in one month, I met so many wonderful
people, in South Africa, Abu Dhabi, Brasil, Colombia and Cuba. To each of them
I extended my arms and a bit of my heart. Some were suspicious but I was the
winner with some new friendships, great amount of wisdom added to this universe
of affections.
Some are unable to receive or reciprocate
affections given without restrictions (Bordes is a nice word in Spanish in this
context), but they may have 1000 different reasons. I talked to everyone I met
in Medellin-taxi drivers, receptionists, waiters, flight attendants; they all
enriched my life and Thank You.
I can say, I believe and offer, Tenderness
without Borders.
The treasury, that great bakery in the sky of
unending tenderness is still Cuba.
When I arrived in the small village of Quiberon
in the Brittany coast, I was greeted with such tenderness that I fell in love
once again all over again with the entire world. Such strong innocent feelings
can exist-without asking anything in return.
