When I die,
bury me with my guitar
beneath the sand.
When I die,
among orange trees
and mint plants.
When I die,
bury me, if you would,
inside a weather vane.
When I die!
translated by Carlos Bauer
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
Erm, what am I doing with my life?
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Leonard Durso 
Beautiful!
Glad you think so.
Lorca is one of my favorite surrealist poets of all time. Beautiful. 🙂
Mine, too.
Are you into surrealism?
I love poetry.
I’m extending you an invite to my blog.
Open your eyes and hope you enjoy what you read.
love this – and when die, paint my coffin with leaves and flowers…
It is a beautiful poem of his.
Yes, lovely!
I obviously agree.
It is exceptional.