Here’s a poem that we read in my class and I loved. It’s in Spanish but I’m adding my own translation.

Yo no soy yo.

Soy este
que va a mi lado sin yo verlo,
que, a veces, voy a ver,
y que, a veces olvido.
El que calla, sereno, cuando hablo,
el que perdona, dulce, cuando odio,
el que pasea por donde no estoy,
el que quedará en pie cuando yo muera.

-Juan Ramón Jiménez


I am not myself.
I’m that which walks at my side without seeing it.
That which sometimes I see,
And that which sometimes, I forget.
He who is quiet, serene, when I talk,
He who forgives, sweetly, when I hate,
He who passes places where I am not,
He who will stay standing when I die.

From: Alison R