Gigli - David's private garden

Pablo Neruda - poem

Who dies?

Dies slowly he who transforms himself into a salve of habit,
repeating every day the same routines,
who does not change brands,
does not risk wearing a new color, nor talking to those he does not know.
Dies slowly he who makes television his guru.
Dies slowly he who avoids passion, who prefers black to white and the dots on the 'i ' to a whirlpool of emotions,
Dies slowly he who does not overthrow the table when unhappy at work,
who does not risk the certain for the uncertain
to go toward the dream that is keeping him awake.
Who does not, at least once in his life, flee from sound thinking.
Dies slowly he who does not travel, does not read, does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself.
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 he does not know or who does not answer when being asked about something he does know.
Dies slowly he who does not share his emotions, joys and sadness,
who does not trust, who does not even try.
Dies slowly he who does not intend excelling,
who does not learn from the stones on the road of life, who does not love and let somebody to love him.

PABLO NERUDA