this was from their book of prayers... 6/5/12
do not stand at my grave and weep
i am not there, i do not sleep.
i am a thousand winds that blow
i am the diamond glints on snow
i am the sunlight on ripened grain
i am the gentle autumn rain
when you awaken in the morning hush
i am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
i am the soft stars that shine at night
do not stand at my grave and cry
i am not there, i did not die.
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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