He or she who becomes the slave of,
repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change
walking,
who does not risk and change the color of the clothes,
does not talk to those who do not know.
He or she who makes of television his guru.
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,
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 is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to chase a dream, who does not allow
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.
He or she who destroys the pride,
who does not accept help;
who passes 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 on matters not knows
who does not answer when asked something he knows.
We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that to be alive
requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing.
Only burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid happiness.
(Pablo Neruda - Martha Medeiros)
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