Tactics and Strategies by Mario Benedetti from Juan Pablo Bassi Rosario , Argentina

Hi George, how`s everything going ? i just arrived today from Salta, one of the most beautiful states we have in my country. Im reading this email and im wondering if i could send you songs lyrics instead of english poems. I dont know much about english literature therefore i would be sending you something that im not quite sure it represent what im feeling.
Tell me if that its posible and i will send you some of my favorite songs with comments.
greetings

Juan Pablo


The poem that im sending you it was written by Mario Benedetti, he was a writer from Uruguay, he pased away recently. The poem its call Tactics and Strategies and its about the ways a man have to do for a women fall in love fo him. Its really, really nice.
Also im sending you a poem that my girlfriend show me the other day when a told her about your request. Its a poem from Kippling call IF.
I will translate you the Benedetti poem as soon as a can.
greetings
Juan Pablo



Tactica y estrategia - Mario Benedetti
Mi táctica es
mirarte
aprender como sos
quererte como sos

mi táctica es
hablarte
y escucharte
construir con palabras
un puente indestructible

mi táctica es
quedarme en tu recuerdo
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
pero quedarme en vos

mi táctica es
ser franco
y saber que sos franca
y que no nos vendamos
simulacros
para que entre los dos
no haya telón
ni abismos

mi estrategia es
en cambio
más profunda y más
simple

mi estrategia es
que un día cualquiera
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
por fin me necesites.


IF - Rudyard Kipling
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!