Written by Amber
Perhaps you have received an email which is attached a Power Point entitled "Slow Dance" . In the email it says that the poem was written by a child suffering from cancer and that the initiative came from the prof. Cicognani, known pediatrician in Bologna, which has instead denied everything.
This is a hoax and the story is pure invention, but continues to circulate.
The poem was written by David L. Weatherford - psychologist child - and it is beautiful, even without the suggestion of a sick child. Judge for yourself.
Amber
slow dance
Have you ever watched kids in a circle?
Or listened to the rain when it falls to the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
'd better slow down.
not dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music will not last.
through each day On the fly?
When you say "How are you?" You hear the reply?
When the day is done Do you lie on your bed with the next hundred
you pass through head?
'd better slow down.
not dance so fast Time is short.
The music will not last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, his sorrow?
Ever lost touch with a good friendship is over
because you never had time to call and say "Hello"?
'd better slow down.
not dance so fast Time is short.
The music will not last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
is like an unopened gift .. . . thrown via.
La vita non è una corsa.
Prendila più piano
Ascolta la musica
Prima che la canzone sia finita.
(Traduzione dal testo di “Slowdance”)
Slowdance
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
or listened to rain slapping the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun fading into the night?
You better slow down,
don't dance so fast,
time is short,
the music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly,
when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You better slow down,
don't dance so fast,
time is short,
the music won't last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a friendship die,
'cause you never had time to call and say hi?
You better slow down,
don't dance so fast,
time is short,
the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
it's like an unopened gift thrown away.
Life isn't a race,
so take it Slower,
hear the music before your song is over.
David L. Weatherford
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