When I die...

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
 
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
 
To pass their freshness over me once more:
 
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
 

 

 
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep,
 
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you 
 
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together, 
 
to continue to walk on the sand we walked on.
 

 

 
I want what I love to continue to live,
 
And you whom I love and sang above everything else
 
To continue to flourish, full flowered:
 

 

 
So that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
 
So that my shadow can travel along in your hair, 
 
So that everything can learn the reason for my song.
-Neruda