Love

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:

I want the light weight of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once more:

I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you.

I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you smell the rains aroma that we loved together,

to continue to walk on

I want what I love to continue to live

and you whom I love and sang above everything else

to continue to flourish.

So that you can teach every one of the love we shared

so that my shadow can travel along with you.

So that everyone can learn the reason for my love song.