I love this beautiful hymn to life.
do not know if this has the poem written by Pablo Neruda veramenente http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pablo_Neruda , or Martha Medeiros, Brazilian writer and journalist, as some http://diarioperinaviganti .blogspot.com/2007/01/lo-diceva-neruda.html , but for me it is genuine emotion.
slowly dies. He or she
who becomes the slave of habit, repeating every day the same routes that,
who does not change gear,
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
the kind that make your eyes sparkle, the ones that make
a yawn into a smile, they do 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 to follow a dream,
who does not allow at least one once in a lifetime to escape
sensible advice.
He or she who does not travel, who does not read
,
who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys self-esteem, 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 conscious,
who does not answer when asked about 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.
Soltanto l'ardente di Pazienza doorman at a
raggiungimento splendida felicità.
He or she who becomes the slave of habit,
repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change
brand
not risk to wear a new color and does not talk
who do not know.
He or she who makes of television his guru.
she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white
and points on the "i" to a whirlpool of emotions,
precisely those that recover the gleam from the eyes, smiles from
yawns, hearts from stumbling and feelings. He who slowly
not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work
,
who does not risk the certain for the uncertain to go toward that dream,
who are not allowed at least once in their life,
away from sensible advice.
He or she who do not travel, does not read, does not listen to music,
who does not laugh at yourself.
He who slowly destroys his self love, who does not allow
help.
Dies slowly he who passes his days
complaining about their bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it, not asking
matter
unknown or not responding when asked about something who knows.
prevent death in soft quotes, remembering always that
be alive demands an effort much larger than the simple fact of breathing. Only
perseverance do we conquer the splendid happiness.
do not know if this has the poem written by Pablo Neruda veramenente http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pablo_Neruda , or Martha Medeiros, Brazilian writer and journalist, as some http://diarioperinaviganti .blogspot.com/2007/01/lo-diceva-neruda.html , but for me it is genuine emotion.
slowly dies. He or she
who becomes the slave of habit, repeating every day the same routes that,
who does not change gear,
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
the kind that make your eyes sparkle, the ones that make
a yawn into a smile, they do 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 to follow a dream,
who does not allow at least one once in a lifetime to escape
sensible advice.
He or she who does not travel, who does not read
,
who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys self-esteem, 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 conscious,
who does not answer when asked about 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.
Soltanto l'ardente di Pazienza doorman at a
raggiungimento splendida felicità.
He or she who becomes the slave of habit,
repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change
brand
not risk to wear a new color and does not talk
who do not know.
He or she who makes of television his guru.
she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white
and points on the "i" to a whirlpool of emotions,
precisely those that recover the gleam from the eyes, smiles from
yawns, hearts from stumbling and feelings. He who slowly
not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work
,
who does not risk the certain for the uncertain to go toward that dream,
who are not allowed at least once in their life,
away from sensible advice.
He or she who do not travel, does not read, does not listen to music,
who does not laugh at yourself.
He who slowly destroys his self love, who does not allow
help.
Dies slowly he who passes his days
complaining about their bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it, not asking
matter
unknown or not responding when asked about something who knows.
prevent death in soft quotes, remembering always that
be alive demands an effort much larger than the simple fact of breathing. Only
perseverance do we conquer the splendid happiness.
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