When I die I want your hands on my eyes: I
light and the wheat of your beloved hands to pass me again on freshness: sensations the
softness that changed my destiny. I want to live while I sleep, I hope
, I want your ears still hear the wind, you smell the aroma of the sea
we love together and to continue walking on the sand we walk. I want what I love to go
live and love and sing thee above all things, so follow your
blooming, flowery, to reach everything my love directs you to, so that my shadow
be walking through your hair, so they know the reason for my song.
Pablo Neruda.
I love you friend.
Ann
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