"When I die,
I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me one more time to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while
I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind, I wait for you, asleep, and for you to go on walking the sand where we walked. for you to smell the sea that we loved together
I want for what I love
to go on living and as for you, I loved you and sang you flowery one,above everything, for that, go on flowering, so that my shadow passes through your hair, so that they know by this the reason for my song."
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