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Read and listen to the poem “slowly dies” by Martha Medeiros

It seems a luxury and a privilege to laze around, bask in doing nothing, even avoiding connecting the brain the morning just wake up.

It seems, but it's not.

Also for the Gentleman turn on the dawn lights every day, turn them off to make room for the romantic night light of moon, it is not an easy job, on the contrary.

To get out of our pseudo-beloved every day comfort zones we must love ourselves, love the Lord who gave us life, love all the sisters and brothers around us: only in this way will we be able to love the world inside and outside of us, and make it a better place, where every heart have your own space.


Martha Medeiros(Porto AlegreAugust 20, 1961) is a Brazilian journalist and writer.

Daughter of José Bernardo Barreto de Medeiros and Isabella Matos de Medeiros, she is a journalist for the newspaperZero hourof Porto Alegre and forO GlobeofRio de Janeiro.

She graduated in 1982 from thePontifical Catholic University of Rio Grande do Sul(PUCRS) in Porto Alegre.

After working in the advertising field, she moved for nine months toChileand there he began to write poetry. Returned toPorto Alegre, began writing as a journalist while also pursuing his literary career.

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Let's read together

It slowly dies
who becomes a slave to habit,
repeating the same routes every day,
who does not change the brand,
who doesn't risk wearing a new color,
who does not speak to who does not know.

He who avoids a passion dies slowly,
who prefer black to white
and the dots over the "i"
rather than a set of emotions,
just the ones that make your eyes sparkle,
those who turn a yawn into a smile,
the ones that make the heart beat
in the face of error and feelings.

It slowly dies
who doesn't turn the table over,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty
to chase a dream,
who does not allow himself
at least once in a lifetime
to escape sensible advice.

Slowly those who do not travel die,
who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself.
dies slowly,
who destroys self-love,
who does not let himself be helped.
dies slowly,
who spends their days complaining
of one's misfortune or the incessant rain.

slowly dies,
who abandons a project
before starting it,
who does not ask questions
on topics he doesn't know,
who doesn't answer
when they ask
something he knows.

We avoid death in small doses,
always remembering that to be alive
it takes effort
far greater
of simply breathing.

Only burning patience will bring
upon achievement
of splendid happiness.

Let's listen together

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It slowly dies
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