Liking vs Loving (“Pleito de Amar y Querer”) – A poem by Andres Eloy Blanco

My dad has always liked to read poems. When I was a little girl i remember there used to be this huge red book full of poems in the bathroom. I would lock myself in and one by one I would read all the beautiful poems that decorated its pages. There was this one poem I could not stop reading. It was about 3-4 pages long but I just couldn’t get enough of it. It’s still my favorite today. The poem is originally written in Spanish but with the help of Google Translate I was able to post an English version of it. Hope you like it!

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This is my Dad’s poetry book. It’s a bit worn out and it even lost its cover but its contents remain as beautiful as ever

Liking vs Loving 

By: Andres Eloy Blanco

I am dying to ask you

if it’s the same or if it’s different

loving and liking, and if it’s true

that I love you and you like me.

 

Loving and liking become equal

when you put them as a couple

the one that likes and the one that loves.

 

But, it just doesnt equal out.

They say that liking ends

and loving is endless;

love is until death,

and liking until you forget.

 

Tell the one telling you stories

that the world is made to like

and loving is the same thing.

 

Liking is not loving. Loving

there is time to love it all:

God, your partner, the world

touch the surface and the deep end

and love the town’s child

like the child from the  husband.

Is loving for one only and loving for all?

 

No; loving is loving, and loving

is like loving two ways:

one like God’s sons

and Like God, only one.

 

Loving and Liking? It appears

that love is what buttons it

and liking what flourishes it

 

They say that loving  doesnt hurt

where liking leaves a mark.

 

If liking is like the nail

then loving is the tip of of your fingers.

 

Liking is lust

and loving is servitude;

liking fills up corners.

loving fills up journeys;

liking you have a good time

loving you have a child.

 

Loving is with the lights on;

liking, with it off;

in loving there is more showing off

in liking there is more fighting

 

Then liking isnt loving;

liking is like fighting a war with a war

and loving is like fighting a war with peace

 

Liking is not what you feel

liking is what you think

your liking of calm waters

doesnt move, doesnt move the rocks.

 

Liking is not that soft

sweetness that doesnt leave a mark.

 

Likin is liking a thousand times

in every time you like.

 

Liking is having life

divided equally

in between the love we feel

and the greatness of loving.

 

It’s not sleeping at night

It’s not seeing the sun in the day

Is loving without leaving enough space

for God’s love

 

Is having your heart

safely in your hands

and when she comes, just feel

our hands opening

 

Is like having a child prisoner

and aging in the crib;

liking is branding that lives

from its own burn.

 

It;s not laughing, because there is something

of tears in the smile;

it’s not eating because the food taste

of heart.

 

Is having waken up

without being able to explain

How without having slept

we could have dreamed.

 

All of this is liking and loving,

and loving is even more,

because loving is the happiness

of creating yourself and others.

 

It’s like an idea

that invents what you want

because liking it creates it

 

There is no man that can surpass

the version of a man

who is loved by a woman

and there is no woman as beautiful

and there is no woman as pure

like the woman who is in the

man’s thoughts,

 

This is why, while I’m loving you

if with one love I like you

with the other one I’m creating you.

 

And you, in the love that you feel,

if by liking me you like me

with the loving your reinventing me.

 

But loving’s creation doesnt stop there

and it creates a better world for those

who don’t even have one.

 

And loving becomes a reason to shout at homeless:

I want no one to take food from your hands!

 

No one to take the wine!

That the begging doesnt hurt in your feet.

 

That you rise barefoot and cold

your right hand

pressed against your chest

the love that’s in mine.

 

I am not sure how to translate this stanza

 

and in the farmer’s voice

may a little of my love show

like in the wise flower

like water in the mill.

 

And just like this, love is a gesture

that leaves our hands

for human services

and looking for justice

 

Loving is better liking,

and if you try to measure it

it turns out that love

is wider than life

 

Loving is loving luckily

that when you measure it

you find that love

is longer than death.

 

And in loving: The Greatest,

and in liking: the deep

it’s that something of what we are liking

touches the word

 

 

Original Version

Me muero por preguntarte

si es igual o es diferente

querer y amar, y si es cierto

que yo te amo y tú me quieres.



-Amar y querer se igualan

cuando se ponen parejos

el que quiere y el que ama.



-Pero es que no da lo mismo.

Dicen que el querer se acaba

y el amar es infinito;

amar es hasta la muerte,

y querer, hasta el olvido.



-Dile al que te cuente historias

que el mundo es para querer,

y amar es la misma cosa.



-Querer no es amar. Amando

hay tiempo de amarlo todo:

a Dios, al esposo, al mundo;

tocar el borde y el fondo

y amar al hijo del pueblo

como al hijo del esposo.

-¿Querer es ser para uno

y amar es ser para todos?



-No; amar es amar, y amar

es como amar de dos modos:

a unos como hijos de Dios,

y como a Dios, a uno solo.



-¿Amar y querer? Parece

que amar es lo que abotona

y querer lo que florece.



Dicen que amar no hace daño

donde querer deja huella.



Si querer es con la uña

donde amar es con la yema…



-Querer es lo del deseo

y amar es lo del servicio;

querer puebla los rincones,

amar puebla los caminos;

queriendo se tiene un gozo

y amando se tiene un hijo.



-Amar es con luz prendida;

querer, con la luz apagada;

en amar hay más desfile,

y en querer hay más batalla.



-Luego querer no es amar;

querer es guerra con guerra

y amar es guerra con paz..



-Querer no es lo que tú sientes,

querer no es lo que tú piensas;

tu querer de agua tranquila

ni bulle ni arrastra piedras.



Querer no es esa apacible

ternura que no hace huella.



Querer es querer mil veces

en cada vez que se quiera.



Querer es tener la vida

repartida por igual

entre el amor que sentimos

y la plenitud de amar.



Es no dormir por las noches,

es no ver de día el sol,

es amar sin dejar sitio

ni para el amor de Dios;



Es tener el corazón

entre las manos guardado,

y si ella pasa, sentir

que se nos abren las manos;



Es tener un niño preso

y envejecido en la cuna;

querer es brasa que vive

de la propia quemadura;



Es no reír, porque hay algo

de lágrima en la sonrisa;

es no comer, porque sabe

a corazón la comida.



Es haber amanecido

sin habernos explicado

cómo sin haber dormido

pudimos haber soñado.



-Todo esto es querer y amar,

y amar es más todavía,

porque amar es la alegría

De crearse y crear.



Es algo como una idea

que inventa lo que se quiere,

porque el quererlo lo crea.



No hay un hombre que supere

a la versión que de ese hombre

da la mujer que lo quiere;

ni existe mujer tan bella,

ni existe mujer tan pura

como la que se figura

el hombre que piensa en ella.



Por eso, al estarte amando,

si con un amor te quiero,

con otro te estoy creando,



y tú, en el amor que sientas,

si con un querer me quieres,

con otro querer me inventas.



Pero allí no se detiene

la creación del amor

e inventa un mundo mejor

para el que ni mundo tiene.



Y el amor se vuelve afán

de gritarle al pordiosero:

-“Quiero, y porque quiero, quiero

que nadie te quite el pan”



Que nadie te quite el vino,

que no te duela en los pies

la limosna del camino;



Que te alces, alzado y frío

el puño de tu derecho,

prestado en rabia a tu pecho

el amor que hay en el mío.



Del obrero y sus quereres

todo el rescoldo se vea

cuando haga la chimenea

suspirar a los talleres,



Y en la voz del campesino

vaya un poco de mi amor,

como de savia en la flor,

como de agua en el molino.



Y así el amor es caricia

que se nos va de las manos

para servicio humanos

en comisión de justicia.



Amar es querer mejor,

y si le pones medida,

te resulta que el amor

es más ancho que la vida.



Amar es amar de suerte

que al ponerle medidor

te encuentras con que el amor

es más largo que la muerte.



Y en el querer lo estupendo,

y en el amar lo profundo,

es que algo le toque al mundo

de lo que estamos queriendo



If you have a better translation please feel free to correct it! 

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2 thoughts on “Liking vs Loving (“Pleito de Amar y Querer”) – A poem by Andres Eloy Blanco

  1. Me gustó mucho tu traducción del poema, pero en esta parte “Loving and liking become equal when you put them as a couple” , creo que eso de “parejos” se refiere a estar iguales, o a la misma altura…
    ¿Que tal sonaría entonces “Loving and liking become equal when the one that likes and the one that loves are at the same level” ?

    y en esta parte: Liking is not what you feel
    liking is what you think
    your liking of calm waters
    doesnt move, doesnt move the rocks.

    ¿No quedaría mejor ” Liking is not what you feel , liking is not what you think, your liking of calm waters do not boils nor moves rocks.”?

    hmmm…pues sí, una de las cosas más difíciles justamente es traducir un poema… no importa en cual idioma esté o a cual idioma se quiera traducir, pierde un montón de imágenes y significados.

    Igualmente, sumamente grato haber encontrado esta versión bastante bien hecha 🙂

    Saludos!

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