DIES SLOWLY by PABLO NERUDA

Dies slowly anyone who becomes a slave of his habits, following every day the same journey, who does not change the way he walks or does not take any risks and does no change the color of his clothes, the one who does not speak to someone that he doesn’t know/
Dies slowly…
The one who avoid the passion, the one who prefers black instead of white and the distinction marks at ‘i’ instead of a group of touching words that give a glow to the eyes, that turn a yawning into a smile, that make the heart beat at the fault and at the feelings.

Dies slowly anyone who does not turn the table up side down, the one who is not happy from his job, the one who does not risk security for the insecurity in order to hunt a dream, the one who does not allow himself at least for once to avoid following well-given advices.

Dies slowly the one who does not travel, who does not read ,listen to music nor find peace in him heart.

Dies slowly anyone who destroys his love, who does not allow to be helped by others. Who spends his time complaining for him luck or for the non-stop raining.

Dies slowly the one who abandons an idea before even stating it or the one who does not ask for what he does not know.

We avoid death in small doses, when we remember that being alive needs much more attempt from the simple fact of breathing.