It is prohibited to mourn without learning,
get up one day without knowing what to do,
be afraid of your memories.

It is prohibited not smile to the problems,
not fight for what you want,
leave everything out of fear,
not realize your dreams.

It is prohibited not show your love,
make someone pay your debts and bad humour.

It is forbidden to leave your friends,
not try to understand what they lived together,
call only when you need it.

It is prohibited unless you before the people,
pretend to people who do not mind,
make it funny as long as you remember,
forget all the people you want.

It is prohibited to do things for yourself,
be afraid to life and to their commitments,
not live every day as if it were a last breath.

It is prohibited to throw someone under without
alegrarte, forgetting his eyes, his laughter,
all because their paths have ceased to embrace,
forget its past and pay with your mind.

It is prohibited not try to understand people,
thinking that their lives are worth more than yours,
not knowing that each has its way and that.

It is prohibited not create your story,
not take a moment to the people you need,
does not understand that what life gives you, what you also
remove.

It is prohibited not find your happiness,
not live your life with a positive attitude,
not think we can be better,
not feel that this world without you would not be equal.

Attributed to Pablo Neruda, although this is increasingly
uncertain ...