He or she who becomes the slave of,
repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change the march
,
who does not risk and change the color of the clothes,
does not talk to those who do not knows.
He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on
biancoe dot the "i" rather than a set of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes sparkle,
that turn a yawn a smile, those
they beat the cuoredavanti mistakes and feelings.
Slowly dies who does not overthrow the table and those 'unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty to follow a dream, those who do not
permettealmeno once in vitadi
away from sensible advice. He or she who does not travel, who does not read
,
does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself.
Dies slowly he who destroys pride,
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 subjects he does not know
who does not answer when asked about something he knows.
Let's avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness'.
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