I have not yet determined whether because of my stupidity or after a long cold as they always give me, but even if resistance does not wish to oppose the whole thing does not involve hospitals or the whole circus that is done when one is interned there. What I do know is that I hope is merely to close my eyes and wait a few seconds on a site like the mouth of a bear, dark and silent but without teeth so nothing scares me. Nothing and no one should have the right to scare me in the last of my goodbyes. Die
feel free to spy on my friends and comfort them last time ...
the day I die I want to walk naked and wrapped in a whirlwind of my letters, to remember who I am and what I sound. And I repeat, step by step, I myself recite poetry never received the title for lack of grammar and good manners. Then I will stop for a second to look back and think about the record books, dreams, stories, newspapers and find that someone certainly become gossip Sunday without shame can touch me on my new planet with flower. Perhaps, from somewhere where it will be, can laugh when you know someone uses of bedside reading.
be aware that I am dead to stay in a corner where only a few will remember me as a tiny star made for the curious or the letter A, because I've always thought that the legs are more beautiful in the entire alphabet. ..
With a little luck maybe I looked out the wings of my life and take me to a landscape of my imagination as an eternal library or a garden to run barefoot, and perhaps compare it with my swing rides and the feeling in your stomach when you push hard, to relive my youth, joy extinct.
finally I will raise to Tango sad that I never could dance and I cover the whole of my deepest memories love her voice, her back, the pleasure of watching him sleep ... And so, with the sweetness on my face I want to see the famous light of which all speak to approach and ask so many things I want to know before you give in to the whole.
Hello, God, how is your nose?, "I can tickle?, How do you do to listen to us when we pray at night?, Do you expect? It happens that I also love, as Sabines, and so I wanted to find you to say I'm your fan: Do you think you can introduce me to Sabines? And Neruda, God, I can meet Neruda? I go with you, go "I can hold your hand? ...
