IT DIES SLOWLY Pablo Neruda, Nobel Prize in Literature 1971
He dies slowly
Those who do not travel,
He who does not read,
Whoever does not listen to music,
He who knows not find
Through its eyes. He dies slowly
He who destroys his self esteem,
He who never allows himself to help. He dies slowly
Whoever becomes a slave of habit forming
And every day the same paths,
one who never changes landmark,
Do not ventured to change the color of his clothes
Or does Never talk to strangers. It
He who dies slowly
avoids
And his passion whirlwind of emotions,
Those that bring light into the eyes And
repair injured hearts. He dies slowly
Whoever does not change course
When
unhappy at work or in love
Those who do not take risks
To achieve his dreams,
He, who never once in his life, Did
fled the sound advice.
Screw now! Risk
you today! Agis
immediately!
Do not let yourself die slowly!
Do not deprive yourself to be happy!
course, this is not mine, but it is so beautiful that I do not hesitate to publish it and maybe you do know!
0 comments:
Post a Comment