para você, inadiavelmente

What can I hold you with?

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the
moon of the jagged suburbs.

I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked
long and long at the lonely moon.

(…)

I offer you whatever insight my books may hold,
whatever manliness or humour my life.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never
been loyal.

I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved,
somehow –the central heart that deals not
in words, traffics not with dreams, and is
untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at
sunset, years before you were born.

I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about
yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the
hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you
with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

Jorge Luis Borges