The Portuguese word "saudade" has no direct English translation, but describes a deep longing and love for something that may never return. It can describe a collection of memories, of cherished moments whose recollection brings joy and allows one to relive past triumphs.
The Armenians have the same word, with a different spelling, the combines the sadness of loss and the nostalgia for times past with laughter, laughter from the unbridled happiness these experiences bring to our lives. It is called "mall" or "permallje" and it encapsulates a complexity of human emotion in a place where English fails.
This afternoon, I took a few pictures (in a very cold wind!!) of the Main Man with his 2011 Area II smurf awards, for they really are his, not mine. Solaris, my partner, my soulmeet, the horse whose spark shot to life with the first glimpse of a start box and who showed me a pureness of joy in his gallop, a relishing of the very motion and speed itself, that I had never known before. I'll never ask him to jump a 3' jump again, but we may yet have a few gallops to share. And there really is one word that fits what I feel when I look at these pictures:
Saudade, my friend, joy for the journey and sorrow for its end. Permallje, my mate, for the laughter in those memories and the ones we have yet to create. You changed my life forever and there isn't a single day that your eyes don't touch my soul. Thank you.
The Armenians have the same word, with a different spelling, the combines the sadness of loss and the nostalgia for times past with laughter, laughter from the unbridled happiness these experiences bring to our lives. It is called "mall" or "permallje" and it encapsulates a complexity of human emotion in a place where English fails.
This afternoon, I took a few pictures (in a very cold wind!!) of the Main Man with his 2011 Area II smurf awards, for they really are his, not mine. Solaris, my partner, my soulmeet, the horse whose spark shot to life with the first glimpse of a start box and who showed me a pureness of joy in his gallop, a relishing of the very motion and speed itself, that I had never known before. I'll never ask him to jump a 3' jump again, but we may yet have a few gallops to share. And there really is one word that fits what I feel when I look at these pictures:
Saudade, my friend, joy for the journey and sorrow for its end. Permallje, my mate, for the laughter in those memories and the ones we have yet to create. You changed my life forever and there isn't a single day that your eyes don't touch my soul. Thank you.
I swear to cod, he is smirking... |