The one who avoids passions, becomes a slave to habit, who does not turn tables, who does not beat off the blows of fate, who is unhappy in work or in love, dies slowly. The one who does not travel slowly dies, who does not read, who does not hear music, who cannot find harmony in themselves.
The one dies slowly
who destroys his faith in himself, who does not allow himself to be helped.
The one who destroys love itself dies slowly, And he lives his days with constant complaints
Bad luck or incessant rain.
The one who gives up his plans dies slowly, Before even starting them, Who does not ask questions about arguments unknown to him, And who does not answer when asked what he knows.
The one who becomes a slave to habit dies slowly, Taking the same route every day, Who doesn't change direction
Who does not risk changing the colors of clothes, Who doesn't talk to strangers.
The one dies slowly
who avoids passions, And a yawn can be replaced with a smile.
Who prefers black and white and dots over the letter "i", Instead of being with your emotions
The very ones that make the eyes radiant, That can make your heart pound
And from error, and from feelings.
The one who does not turn the tables dies slowly, The one who does not repulse the blows of fate, when he is unhappy at work or in love, one who does not risk what is, for the sake of the unknown what may be if you go
for a dream, who does not allow himself, at least once in his life, run away from prudent advice …
Let us try to avoid death in small doses, Always remembering to be alive
It takes a lot of effort
A simple action to breathe.
Live today!
Take a chance today!
Do it today!
Don't you dare die slowly!
Don't forbid yourself to be happy!
Pablo Neruda
