{"id":13447,"date":"2012-05-11T04:50:02","date_gmt":"2012-05-11T10:50:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yummy-wakame.com\/?p=13447"},"modified":"2012-05-11T04:50:02","modified_gmt":"2012-05-11T10:50:02","slug":"on-children-enespor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/2012\/05\/on-children-enespor\/","title":{"rendered":"On Children (EN\/ES\/POR)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

On Children (by Kahlil Gibran)<\/em><\/h3>\n

Your children are not your children.
\nThey are the sons and daughters of Life\u2019s longing for itself.
\nThey come through you but not from you,
\nAnd though they are with you yet they belong not to you.<\/p>\n

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
\nFor they have their own thoughts.
\nYou may house their bodies but not their souls,
\nFor their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
\nwhich you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
\nYou may strive to be like them,
\nbut seek not to make them like you.
\nFor life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.<\/p>\n

You are the bows from which your children
\nas living arrows are sent forth.
\nThe archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
\nand He bends you with His might
\nthat His arrows may go swift and far.
\nLet your bending in the archer\u2019s hand be for gladness;
\nFor even as He loves the arrow that flies,
\nso He loves also the bow that is stable.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Sus hijos (por Kahlil Gibran)<\/em><\/h3>\n

Sus hijos no son suyos.
\nSon los hijos del anhelo de la Vida de s\u00ed misma.
\nVienen por Uds. pero no de Uds.,
\nY aunque est\u00e1n con Uds., Uds. no los poseen a ellos.
\nPueden darles su amor pero no sus pensamientos.
\nPorque ellos tienen sus propios pensamientos.
\nUds. pueden alojar sus cuerpos pero no sus almas.
\nPorque sus almas viven en la casa del d\u00eda que viene, la cual Uds. no pueden visitar, ni siquiera en los sue\u00f1os.
\nUds. pueden esforzarse por ser como ellos, pero no se esfuercen para que ellos sean como Uds.
\nPorque la vida no va atr\u00e1s ni se demora con el ayer.
\nUds. son los arcos de los cuales sus hijos como flechas vivas son enviados.
\nEl arquero ve el blanco en el paso del infinito, y \u00c9l los dobla a Uds. con Su fuerza para que Sus flechas vayan r\u00e1pidamente y lejos.
\nQue su torci\u00f3n en la mano del arquero sea por alegr\u00eda;
\nPorque mientras \u00c9l ama a la flecha que vuela, tambi\u00e9n ama el arco que es estable.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Os filhos (por Khalil Gibran)<\/em><\/h3>\n

Teus filhos n\u00e3o s\u00e3o teus filhos
\nS\u00e3o os filhos e as filhas da \u00e2nsia da vida por si mesma.
\nV\u00eam atrav\u00e9s de ti, mas n\u00e3o de ti.
\nE embora vivam contigo, n\u00e3o te pertencem.
\nPodes dar teu amor, mas n\u00e3o teus pensamentos.
\nPorque eles t\u00eam seus pr\u00f3prios pensamentos.
\nPodes abrigar seus corpos, mas n\u00e3o suas almas;
\nPois suas almas moram na mans\u00e3o do amanh\u00e3, que n\u00e3o podes visitar nem mesmo em sonho
\nPodes tentar ser como eles, mas n\u00e3o tente faz\u00ea-los como \u00e9s,
\nPorque a vida n\u00e3o anda para tr\u00e1s e n\u00e3o se demora com os dias passados.<\/p>\n

Tu \u00e9s o arco do qual teus filhos s\u00e3o arremessados como flechas vivas.
\nO Arqueiro mira o alvo na senda do infinito e estica com toda a sua for\u00e7a
\nPara que suas flechas se projetem r\u00e1pido e para longe
\nQue teu encurvamento na m\u00e3o do Arqueiro seja tua alegria;
\nPois assim como Ele ama a flecha que voa, ama tamb\u00e9m o arco que permanece est\u00e1vel.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

On Children (by Kahlil Gibran) Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life\u2019s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[301,213,265],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13447","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-childhood-memories","category-food-for-thought","category-tristan-david-swartz"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13447","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13447"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13447\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13447"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13447"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yummy-wakame.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13447"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}