the day I die I want to be clear, to run wind, drizzle lightly, even a little bit. That day I wake up early to take advantage of last hours. I sit and read the newspaper, I look at my close and reach to say all the things I never dared to say. For example, that I admire his genius. The day I die I want to feel the cold on the skin, see the leaves fall and wear a long coat that reached to my ankles. I use two socks not to feel cold feet and walk with black shoes. the day I die I want to tell me they love me, because it is rich to tell you that. I take the subway with a book under his arm, pay for my ticket and see a child smile, which hopefully will be another child, not mine. I do not want the day I die my children are small. Nor think it will live for many years, so I think the day I die is near, not by leaps and bounds, but getting close. I just hope not to be in the middle of my life, yet.
the day I die I want to be me who cry me cry. I want to say that I was a good guy who always wanted the best for his own, for all who deserve the best. I, too, that miss me. To look at my pictures, my presence is eternal. The day I die I hope to meet the unsung heroes, the one who saved her grandson burned to death and now have sores in silence. I also want to meet that great man who saved many lives before seeing itself evaporated. I want to be surrounded by grass, flowers and trees. I have room to roll around, to stretch, to sleep long.
The day I die will be a great day. Not for my death. It will be a great day because eventually no one will care my death. The day I die I want to see you one last time after so long to thank you for the experience. I want to plant another tree, seen feeding my pets. I want to kick a ball that reaches the goal, I count to ten and open our arms to feel the breeze. I sweat a lot, my face wet, jogging fifteen minutes, going out to buy bread, staring across the street on both sides and see you pass in the distance.
the day I die I want to play the guitar, listening to a sad song, I put my head in his hands and mourn in silence locked in the bathroom. I do not know that I will die, just want to die. Do not want to suffer physical pain, because I'll be funky until I die. I remember my mother and my father my brothers and my grandparents. I cherish the last time the spoon, which by now will be like the tenth Cucha. The day I die I will not be a hindrance, I will not be a burden or anything like that. I want the news was spread among my friends. I want them to feel my death as I feel theirs. I will always be a time to remember, because only then will make sense to die.
The day I buried it to be cloudy and cold. I do not want church speeches, speeches of my children want. I say "was a good chat (I stress the point), I want humanity to twist a bit before my departure, but a few days nobody will remember it. I, too, that day is a day after the day I die. Maybe I want to be cremated and my ashes will take them to oblivion. But we'll just decide the day I die.
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