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flight of time ... He or she

[...] The to the flight of time was an unbearable torment. Not so much he regretted the day as happy as complained of 'days now spent in vain for happiness. At least the ones they had left a memory: these are left a deep regret, almost remorse ... His life was consumed by itself, bringing itself, the unquenchable flame of a single desire, the enjoyment of any other incurable disgust. Sometimes the impulses of greed attacked almost angry, desperate ardor toward pleasure, and it was like a violent rebellion of the heart is not satisfied, like a jolt of hope that is not resigned to die.

(Pleasure - Gabriele D'Annunzio)

Shingles Make You Infertile

He or she who becomes a slave of ' habit, repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change the brand, who does not risk and change the color of the clothes, does not talk to those who do not know.

He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white, dotting the "i" rather than a set of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn into a smile, they do beat heart face of mistakes and feelings.

He or she who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work,

who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to chase a dream,

those who do not allow, at least once in their lives to flee from sensate advises.

Slowly dies who does not travel, does not read, does not listen to music,

who does not find grace in himself.

Dies slowly he who destroys self-esteem, 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 something he knows.

We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that to be alive
requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid happiness.

(P. Neruda)