He was my cream, and I was his coffee -

And when you poured us together, it was something.

They die slowly,

those who become a slave of habit,

repeating the same trajectories every day,

who don't change aim,

Don't take the risk of dressing in a new color, and don't talk to people who they don't know.

They die slowly,

those who make a guru out of their television.

They die slowly,

those who avoid a passion,

who prefer black on white

and dotted "I"s over a tumult of emotions,

exactly that which rescues the gleam in their eyes,

smiles from yawns,

hearts from blunders and sorrows.

They die slowly,

those who don't turn the tables

when they are unhappy at work,

who don't risk the certain for the uncertain

to run after a dream

who don't permit themselves,

even just once in a lifetime,

to run away from sensible advice.

They die slowly,

those who don't travel,

who don't read,

who don't hear music,

who don't find grace in themselves.

They die slowly

those who destroy their own love,

who won't accept help.

They die slowly,

those who pass their days complaining

about their bad luck

or about the incessant rain.

They die slowly,

those who abandon a project before starting it,

never asking about a subject they are unfamiliar with,

never responding when asked about something they know.

We avoid the smooth dues of death

by always remembering that being alive

demands an effort much more

than the simple action of breathing.

That only through our most ardent patience

will we conquer

a splendid happiness

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this is my bible

i try to live life to the fullest each day and do all i want to do, so when the director says cut, i will be ready.no regrets. Viva la vida

GRAZIE TESORO, NN LO DIMENTICHERO MAI. BACI BACI