"Instants"

I´m taking Spanish classes informally with my field director. In yesterday´s lesson, we read a poem that affirmed my decision to sell all my stuff, quit my corporate job, and move to a country where I didn´t know the language.

It was in Spanish (obviamente), but here´s my best attempt to translate it:

If I could live my life again.
The next time I would try to make more mistakes.
I would not attempt to be so perfect, I would relax more.
I would be sillier than I have been,
in fact, I would take many fewer things seriously.

I would be less concerned with cleanliness.
I would take more risks,
I would take more trips,
I would watch more sunsets,
I would climb more mountains,
I would swim more rivers.
I would go to more places I´ve never been,
I would eat more ice cream and fewer lima beans,
I would have more real problems
and fewer imaginary ones.

I was one of those people who lived sensibly
and productively every minute of his life;
obviously I had moments of happiness.
But if I could go back I would try
to have only good moments.

If you don´t know, that is what life is made of,
only of moments; don´t lose the now.
I was one of those who never
went anywhere without a thermometer,
a hot water bottle,
an umbrella and a parachute;
if I could go back and do it again, I would travel lighter.

If I could live over again
I would start walking barefoot at the beginning
of spring
and continue barefoot until the end of fall.
I would go around more times on the carosel,
I would watch more sunrises,
and I would play with more children,
if I had another time to live.

But you already see, I am 85 years old and I know
That I am dying.