When I die, I want your hands on my eyes
I want the light and wheat 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, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk
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