May your shadow be casted, upon the silent bed
upon the empty staircase, spread on every step
May your ghostly fingers send the wind as a caress
so I can join the curtains, in a perpetual ghost dance
May your summer smile burn brightly, shining copper red
and lit my soul as a candle, against the window pane
May your soothing voice sound mighty, like a whisper in my head
May the path be lighted by lighting, may the air be clothed in rain
May "here and now" remain as a promise
As the echo of the only word
May the pass of time remain unnoticed
like memories inside a box
May you and me
Keep echoing
Forever and ever more
... haciendo lo que deben hacer. Juntar polvo y lloriquearle a la nada.
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