domingo, 17 de julio de 2011

The day I died.

The day I died
go to my funeral
and
put some
tears in the
casket.
Pray to the lord
pray to the sun
pray to the corpse
of us.
And let the wind do its job.

The day I died
step in front of the dead
and speak,
and say:
"Oh dear, I miss you honey"
"We
should
had
spent
more
time
together."
Then, cry.

Play the all people scene
and turn your face down,
think in the hours we spent,
grab the book I left,
read my dairy,
play my guitar
feed my cat
and be aware of watching the sky.

The day I died
smell the rose of death
and cry
for five hours
in your bed.

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