VALDIVIA .- A while ago I updated the blog so I take I'm in Chile to climb some of Neruda. A few days ago I was walking home in Valpo and also this text is quite what was my 2010, owed.
die slowly
slowly dies who becomes the slave of habit, repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change brand, does not risk to wear a new color and does not speak to who do not know.
she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white, dot the "i" to a whirlpool of emotions, just those that recover the gleam of the eyes, smiles from the yawns, hearts from the stumbling and feelings.
He or she who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work, who does not risk the certain for the uncertain to go after a dream, who does not allowed at least once in his life to flee from sensate advises.
He or she who does not travel, does not read, does not listen to music, who does not laugh at yourself.
He who slowly destroys his own, who did not even try.
Dies slowly he who passes his days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it, not asking a question that is unknown or not responding when asked about something he knows.
prevent death in soft quotes, remembering always that to be alive demands an effort much larger than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will conquer the splendid happiness
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