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 wait for you, asleep,
I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind,
for you to smell the sea that we loved together
and for you to go on walking the sand where we walked.
I want for what I love to go on living
and as for you I loved you and sang you above everything,
for that, go on flowering, flowery one,
so that you reach all that my love orders for you,
so that my shadow passes through your hair,
so that they know by this the reason for my song.
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
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Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
