slowly dies who becomes the slave of habit,
repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change
running
who does not risk and change the color of the clothes, does not talk to
Who does 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,
those that make a yawn a smile,
those that make the heart beat
face of mistakes and feelings. He or she
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 at least once in their lifetime
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 the love
own
who passes his days complaining
of his bad luck or the incessant rain. He or she
who abandons a project before starting it, who does not ask questions
topics that do not know, who does not answer
when asked about something he knows.
We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that
being alive requires an effort far greater
the simple act of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the achievement
of a splendid happiness.
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