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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nWho am I<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
Kayleigh Walter \u2022 TEDxYouth@BerlinCosmopolitanSchool<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
Qui\u00e9n soy<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
I have two of eyes. yet I’m blind. I have two of ears. yet I don’t listen. to the question that I constantly deny. Who am I? It\u2019s time all six of my faces Which one am I? Now, even when it comes to deciding Might as well run around with tags wrapped around each other\u2019s necks. But the way I would carry with my life or after my throat would just pull me down into a cave, a thought that I dread most. I like the Moon in the tint that it sheds onto the Earth’s skin. Yet, I like the Sun and its lines of gold that pierce through the ivory sheets of the sky. The time that I could, should, would, spend running around with grass brushing against my feet. I stand underneath my sheets comtemplating how to describe me. Why can’t I just simply soar free? My heart will raise. I will think what I want to think without holding back my thoughts to convey a persona that I yearn to betray. Who am I? Who can I be? Still questions that leave me in defeat. (Applause) (Cheers) <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Translated the “Who am I” video from English to Spanish as a TED Translation Volunteer.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[48,28,45,46,47],"class_list":["post-1048","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-language","tag-from-en-to-es","tag-may-1-2023","tag-ted","tag-ted-translation","tag-who-am-i"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/saraheee.com\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1048"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/saraheee.com\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/saraheee.com\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/saraheee.com\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/saraheee.com\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1048"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/saraheee.com\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1048\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3057,"href":"https:\/\/saraheee.com\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1048\/revisions\/3057"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/saraheee.com\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1048"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/saraheee.com\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1048"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/saraheee.com\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1048"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Tengo dos ojos<\/strong>
pero soy ciega.<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tengo dos orejas<\/strong>
pero no escucho.<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
la pregunta que constantemente niego.<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00bfQui\u00e9n soy yo?<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
have met to decide.
Es hora de que mis seis caras<\/strong>
se re\u00fanan y tomen una decisi\u00f3n.<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00bfCu\u00e1l soy yo?<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
one\u2019s own personality,
Ahora, cuando se trata<\/strong>
de decidir sobre la personalidad,<\/strong><\/mark>
a label is needed.
se necesita una etiqueta.<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ser\u00eda mejor llevar etiquetas<\/strong>
en los cuellos de los dem\u00e1s.<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pero la forma en que lidero<\/strong>
mi vida o la mantengo,<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
la vida despu\u00e9s de mi garganta<\/strong>
me tiraba a una cueva,<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
un pensamiento que m\u00e1s temo.<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me gusta el tono de la luna<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
el color de la superficie del planeta.<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pero tambi\u00e9n me gusta el sol<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
las l\u00edneas de oro que penetran<\/strong>
los s\u00e1banas de marfil en el cielo.<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
El tiempo que podr\u00eda, deber\u00eda, lo har\u00eda,<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
correteando a trav\u00e9s<\/strong>
de la hierba en mis pies.<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me quedo debajo de mis s\u00e1banas contemplando<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
c\u00f3mo describirme.<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00bfPor qu\u00e9 no puedo simplemente volar libre?<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
My blood will flow.
Mi coraz\u00f3n se levantar\u00e1.<\/strong>
Mi sangre fluir\u00e1.<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
No voy a reprimir mis pensamientos<\/strong>
y pensar\u00e9 en lo que quiero pensar.<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
para transmitir un personaje<\/strong>
que anhelo traicionar.<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00bfQui\u00e9n soy?<\/strong>
\u00bfQui\u00e9n pusdo ser?<\/strong><\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n
A\u00fan preguntas que me dejan en derrota.<\/mark><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
(Aplausos)<\/mark><\/strong>
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