slowly dying of Pablo Neruda:
He or she who becomes the slave of,
ognigiorno repeating the same paths
who does not change the gear, who does not risk and change color of 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 shine eyes,
that turn a yawn a smile,
those that make the heart beat in front of mistakes and feelings.
Slowly dies who does not overthrow the table
who and 'unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty to follow a dream,
who does not allow at least once in their lives to run away from sensible advice.
He or she who does not travel,
does not read, does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys pride,
who does not accept help;
who passes his days complaining of his bad luck
or incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it,
who does not ask questions on subjects he does not know
who does not answer when asked about something he knows.
Let's avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort
far greater than the simple act of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the achievement
of a splendid happiness'.
