When I die, I want your hands upon my eyes; I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me one more timeI want to feel the gentleness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep, I want your ears to still hear the wind, I want you to smell the scent of the sea we both loved, and to continue walking on the sand we walked on.
I want all that I love to keep on living, and you whom I loved and sang above all things to keep flowering into full bloom.
So that you can touch all that my love provides you, so that my shadow may pass over your hair, so that all may know the reason for my song.
- Pablo Neruda
What would you wish upon your end, and for whom would you wish it?
