Slow Death
Slowly dies he who does not travel, who does not read, who does not hear music, who finds no grace in himself. Slowly dies he who destroys his own love, who needs no help. Slowly dies he who becomes a slave to old habits that repeat everyday the same routine, who does not change, does not dare to change the color of their dress or even not conversing with those which he does not know. Dies slowly he who avoids passion and its swirl of emotions, just those that return the shine to their eyes and restored their broken hearts. Slowly dies he who does not turn the steering wheel when his unhappy with their work, or his love, who did not lay the truth nor the uncertainty to go towards a dream which is not allowed, not even once in his life, escape from sensible advice.
