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Pablo Neruda ... Jeff Buckley Dies slowly

He or she who becomes a slave of habit, repeating every day the same itineraries
,
who does not change the march
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, who
non parla a chi non conosce.

Muore lentamente chi evita una passione,
  chi preferisce il nero su bianco
  e i puntini sulle "i" piuttosto che un insieme di emozioni,
  proprio quelle che fanno brillare gli occhi, quelle che
  fanno di uno sbadiglio un sorriso, quelle che fanno battere il cuore
  davanti all'errore e ai sentimenti.

Lentamente muore chi non capovolge il tavolo,
  chi e' infelice sul lavoro,
  chi does not risk certainty for uncertainty to follow a dream,
who does not allow at least once in their lives, die
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
helped, who spends 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 subjects he does not know who
not respond when asked about something he knows.

Let's avoid death in small doses, remembering always that
be alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact
breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness
'.