to be alive demands an effort much bigger that the simple fact of breathing

ITALIANO:

http://laversioneitaliana.wordpress.com/2010/09/29/essere-vivi-richiede-uno-sforzo-di-gran-lunga-maggiore-del-semplice-fatto-di-respirare/

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Mr. Smith one night

shared a poem.

the creation of  magic…

I was shocked by the power of its words.

I was recognizing that almost everything we do

or interact with in this world

has the tendency to stop us from living.

Social and religious restrictions,

false data, the punishment we risk

for being ourselves and communicating.

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But all this, I wish to remind you,

is just a prison made out of shadows…

Where the shadows are our agreements.

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Agreements to lies; to not play with colors,

to not cry to beautiful music

and to not deserve the most happy springs.

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I wanted to share this with you,

with my wish to bring you life.

it has done it to me!

…enjoy it!

… … …

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Who Dies?

by Neruda

Dies slowly he who transforms himself into a slave 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 doesn’t know.

Dies slowly he who makes television his guru.
Dies slowly he who avoids a 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 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 destroys his self-love,
who does not accept help from another.

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 love him.

Let’s avoid death in soft quotes,

remembering always that to be alive

demands an effort much bigger

that the simple fact of breathing.

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we are here to help!!

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If you are still in the church as staff or as public and you need help to get out, if you just left and you need help, please call or write to:

ITALIANO/ENGLISH:

Silvia  Kusada  e-mail: SKusada2010@gmail.com

ESPANOL/ENGLISH:

Aida Thomas: e-mail: dianaclass8@yahoo.com

LOS ANGELES ex-SO STAFF ONLY:

contact Aida Thomas in private.

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Silvia Kusada

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Class VI (SHSBC), Class IV C/S and OT 8.

skusada2010@gmail.com

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2 Comments

  1. Silvia,

    Thank you! This one really hit the spot. How beautiful.


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