'You left too soon
I took pen to paper
so that I could write you a song
but my voice was mute
and from your beautiful face
I drew a flower
and under your picture
I wrote your name
I wrote that you had an innocent heart
but the beasts killed you
and all your dreams died'.
ULYSSES:
It is in the last moments of life that man sees,
truly sees, with the eye of the soul
the beauty, miracle and wonder of the world.
It is at this time that trees, flowers, mountains,
rivers, birds, laughter and the sunrise and sunset return
and envelope the coldness of the body.
For it is upon our death that the world and life
becomes precious and lasting"
"When you died, I learned to weep
and then I felt undying arms.
Wait for me, wait for them.
I learned life from your death.
Wait for them, wait for me".
Life
Love
Freedom
Zenovia