Will you grieve when I’m gone,

dressed in black?

Will you cry when winter’s come?

For we shall never be together

in each other’s arms and embrace

melting the deep snows and drifts

warming ice and breaking up clouds

smiling, dancing, breathing life

drinking wine under the eaves of youth

invincible, untouchable, sacred memoria

drunk on dandelions and strawberries

taste which lasted a blink, which lasted forever.


Will you remember my face and every line

and the bittersweet kisses at sunset?

Shall my image fade away as stones crumble?

As dew shies away from the sun at dawn?

Will you ever say my name again, whisper at night?

Or weep and kiss my lonely grave?