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Death - Pablo Neruda

dies.

He or she who becomes the slave
of habit repeating every day the same
itineraries, who does not change brand, does not risk wearing
a new color and does not speak to who do not know.

Dies slowly he who makes of television his
guru.

she who shuns passion, who
prefers black on white and points on
the "i" to a whirlpool of emotions, just the
that recover the gleam of the eyes, smiles
yawns, hearts from the stumbling and feelings.

He or she who does not overthrow the table when
is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty
by uncertain to go after a dream, who is not
allows at least once in life, to flee from
sensible advice.

slowly he who dies, who does not read,
who does not listen to music, who does not laugh at themselves
same .

He who slowly destroys his esteem,
who did not even try.

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, not asking a question that
unknown or not responding when they are asked about
something he knows.

prevent death in small doses, reminding
always be alive demands an effort much more
the simple fact breathing.
Only a burning patience will
attainment of a splendid happiness.

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ABYSS

If there is someone walking around carrying his backpack full of ghosts, sure make a stop next to me in the middle of the road.

People wanting to hide his sadness goes without success. Wanting to cover their scars with makeup and dark dyes.

But beyond the existence of unique characters in a city as crazy as this, I wonder what I do for my mental radiator is full of bugs.

A track gave me a person, actually a little person, I stared for long minutes while traveling in the same group. It was a beautiful creature but his eyes looked so empty as a blind eye. All she was a vacuum absorbing light around her.

It would, in his seat looking forward. But then, since he discovered his cold eyes as mine, our eyes were welded. I felt the constant feeling that I wanted to talk. Say something. Tell me something. Shouting, maybe. So we traveled for several minutes, many think.

Little wore clothes definitely big for his size, loose hair and dark, almost black, fell heavy on his shoulders. We were still with her eyes as the vehicle arriving at the station emptied. I sat in front of it and dedicate ourselves to recognize. The girl did not seem scared, not even worried about my insistent gaze. In fact in his eyes detected something curious. The landscape changed, now the green gardens of the south coast dominated the environment. I think by this time had lost my way. She. The small began to look around like looking for something in particular. He rose from his seat and pressed the button to call the next stop. This time her eyes were full of tears. I watched from an incredible distance without speaking. I could not with my temper and went down along with it.

So reach me these beings who populate the streets of this city, come to me through the eyes (this cursed habit I have of eye contact).

Solitary, mad, depressed, helpless mental, obsessive and melancholic characters are every day of my clothes are hung. Life exiles, orphans of dreams, happiness castrated, dry feeling, but infinitely human.

The small and I still find from time to time. Always in different places. Crossing streets and neighborhoods where nobody knows us. We talked about life, she without much enthusiasm, I could not contradict. She devoid of expectations, I pretending not affect me. Yesterday I asked how I would die.

Now when I detect a look of these, I shudder. Is that at some point the bearer of the look will stick to my heels. I know she'll talk, I can not avoid its attractive dark abyss. I know I'll fall into the trap. I know that although I hold in this world to compromise with these beings, the inevitable is to resist the rapture of the deep. There is a time when one does not look into the abyss, the abyss lives in one.

Surely, these beings, I have lunch in hell.