《When I die I want your hands on my eyes》
Pablo Neruda

When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass over me their freshness one last time:
to feel the softness that changed my life.

I want you to live while I asleep, wait for you,
I want your ears to continue catching the wind,
I want you to smell the ocean air we loved together,
I want you to continue to walk the sand that we walked.

I want what I love to go on living
and I loved and sang you above all things,
and so, keep flowering, my flower,

so that you can embrace all that my love can give,
so that my shadow can stroll through your hair,
so that everyone will know the reason I was singing.