This song of mine will wind its music around
you, my child, like the fond arms of love.
The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing. When you are alone it
will sit by your side and whisper in your ear,
when you are in the crowd it will fence you
about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your
dreams, it will transport your heart to the
verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when
dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and
will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.
Mariano Akerman
Constelación E3 (Constellation E3)
watercolor, 2005
Alguien dijo, "Nadie muere, si alguien le recuerda."
Yo te recuerdo todos los días.
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