A arte de perder

Eu estou tentando dominar a "arte de perder"! 

Estou me acostumando com a ideia de perder. 

Desde que perdi minha inspiração, eu me permito perder outras coisas e aceitar com serenidade.

Perdi as chaves da sala e, então, eu perdi a sala!

Perdi o jogo de xadrez!

Perdi a simpatia de algumas pessoas!

Perdi o prazer por certos sabores!

Perdi o caminho de volta pra casa!

Perdi a tua companhia!

Surpreendentemente, quanto mais eu perdia, mais eu me achava.

Por isso, eu vou continuar perdendo.

Nem que seja para aprender a perder com um sorriso no rosto!

Afinal, saber perder é também um arte.

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day.

Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.

None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch.

And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms

I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love)

I shan't have lied.

It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

(Elizabeth Bishop)