Pessimistic about the breaths of the gazelles

Walking with the breaths of gazelles: He never asked me to let him travel to distant countries with my days, and if he did, I cannot refuse him. I do not discuss his destination with him, nor his preparation method, nor the necessary needs. I only make sure he takes with him a small box in which I gathered the curses of the world, and I advised him: If you do not see the tree bowing under the shade of its fruits, open it. If you have given yourself to a poet you liked at first sight, and he has not cut the thread of his secret in his past life, open it. If you see the fangs of the lion protruding and think that your friend came to embrace you with his arms and welcomes you, open it. If they see you near the rock of their souls, holding the chisel of speech and carving a throat for it, and they do not turn or help you, open it.