Dying Slowly by Pablo NerudaJune 21, 2012 No Comments
Dies slowly he who transforms himself into a slave of habit,
repeating every day the same routines,
who does not change brands,
who does not risk wearing a new color or does not talk to
Dies slowly he who makes television his guru.
Dies slowly he who avoids a passion,
who prefers black to white and the dots on the “i’s” to a
whirlpool of emotions,
that recover the gleam from the eyes,
smiles from the yawns,
hearts from the stumbling feelings.
Dies slowly he who suffers everyday indignities at work,
who does not risk the certain for the uncertain
to go toward that dream that is keeping him awake.
Who does not allow himself, at least once in his life,
to flee from sensible advice.
Dies slowly he who does not travel,
does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys his self love,
who does not accept help from others.
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,
who does not ask about a subject that he does not know
or who does not answer when being asked about something he
Dies slowly he who does not share his emotions, joys and
who does not trust,
who does not even try.
Dies slowly he who does not relive his memories and
continues getting emotional as if living them at that moment.
Dies slowly he who is not intent on excelling,
who does not learn from the stones on the road of life,
who does not love and let others love.
Let’s avoid death in soft strokes,
remembering always that to be alive demands an effort much
bigger that the simple act of breathing.