What were your last words
your last flash of consciousness.
What you left written in a letter,
what song you chose to listen to.
If we know that we were born condemned,
because we are so sensitive to love.
From absence to nostalgia it slips,
in memories that we were able to remember.
And recognize staring at the sun,
your last look.
Thank you for the friendship
and for the genius,
For the mate with fried cake,
for the joint.
For taking me to a Japanese person for the first time
for your affection and your sincerity.
For bringing harmony to the city
for the magical and perfect melody.
And the spell of your songbird song
that took flight.