Pablo Neruda - Ode To Life

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He who dies (Ode to life)

Pablo Neruda

 

Slowly dies he who becomes a slave to habit,

repeating the same journey every day,

he who doesn’t change his march, he who doesn’t risk

and change the color of his clothes, he who doesn’t speak to he whom he doesn’t know.

 

Slowly dies he who makes of the television his guru,

Slowly he who avoids a passion dies, he who prefers

black on white and dots on is rather than a togetherness of emotions

exactly those the make the eyes shine,

those that make the heart beat

before error and feeling.

 

Slowly dies he who doesn’t overturn the table,

he who is unhappy in his work,

 

he who doesn’t risk certainty for uncertainty

to follow a dream,

he who doesn’t permit himself at least one time in his life

to flee sensible counsels.

 

Slowly dies he who doesn’t travel, he who doesn’t read,

he who doesn’t listen to music,

 

he who doesn’t find grace in himself.

Slowly he who destroys his own love dies,

he who doesn’t allow himself to be helped.

Slowly he who passes his days lamenting

about his own misfortune or the incessant rain dies.

 

Slowly dies he who abandons a project

before beginning it,

he who doesn’t ask questions about topics he doesn’t know,

he who doesn’t answer when he is asked something that he knows.

 

Let’s avoid death by small doses,

remembering always that being alive

requires a much larger effort

than the simple act of breathing.

 

Only burning patience will bring

within reach a splendid happiness.