Pablo Neruda
slowly dies
He or she who becomes a slave of habit, repeating every day the same itineraries
,
who does not change the march
who does not risk and change the color of the clothes,
does not talk to those who do not know.
He or she who shuns passion, who prefers
black on white, dotting the "i" rather than a set of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes sparkle, the ones that make
a yawn into a smile, that make the heart beat
face of mistakes and feelings.
Slowly dies who does not overthrow the table and who
'unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty to follow a dream,
who does not allow at least once in their lives, die
sensible advice.
He or she who does not travel, who does not read
,
who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys self-esteem, who does not accept
helped, who spends his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain
.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it,
who does not ask questions about the topics he does not know who
not respond when asked about something he knows.
We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that
be alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact
breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness
'.
