slowly dies who becomes the slave of habit,
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, just 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, and who
'unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty to follow a dream, who does not allow
least once in their lives to flee
tips sensible.
He or she 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 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, 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'.
