ODE ALLA VITA
Lentamente muore
chi diventa schiavo dell’abitudine,
repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change the march
,
who does not risk and change the color of the 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
precisely those that make your eyes sparkle,
those that are of a yawn a smile,
those that make the heart beat
face of mistakes and feelings.
Slowly dies who does not overthrow the table
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty for those who do not follow a dream
affords
least once in their lives to escape from sensible advice.
Slowly dies who does not travel
who does not read does not listen to music
who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys the pride
who does not accept help
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 on subjects he does not know, who does not answer
when asked something he knows.
Let's avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort
far greater
the simple act of breathing.
Only a burning passion to achieve will
of a splendid happiness.
P. Neruda
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