Gabriel García Márquez – Alleged farewell poem


Gabriel García Márquez’s illness

Gabriel García Márquez, the famous Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter and journalist, was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer in 1999. His impeding death was incorrectly announced by Peruvian daily newspaper in 2000. Later newspapers published Garcia Marquez’s alleged farewell poem, “La Marioneta” (“the puppet”). However shortly afterwards García Márquez denied being the author of the poem. In fact, it was the work of a Mexican ventriloquist. The poem is republished below. I think it may constitute a very good piece of material to teach English.

García Márquez alleged farewell poem

The Puppet

If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.

I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.

I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.

If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.

With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals…My God, if I only had a scrap of life…

I wouldn’t let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.

I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites and I would live in love with love.

I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old–not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men….

I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.

I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father’s finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.

I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.

translated by Matthew Taylor and Rosa Arelis Taylor


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  1. I will never forget Gaberiel —-for he taught me what is extremely important in living —love all as much as you can —-there should be billions of Gaberiels in our world. thanks from the bottom of my being —-your devoted friend forever —Jane Hessin

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