If I go before
you, do not cry for my absence; rejoice for all that we loved together.
Do not look
for me among the dead, where we never were; meet me in all those things that
would not have existed if you and I we had known.
I'll be by
your side, no doubt, in all that we created together: our children, of course,
but also in sharing both work and pleasure sweat, and tears exchanged.
And those
who passed us and, inevitably, received something from us, and have a built
without them or us notarlo- something from you and something from me.
Also our
failures, our indolence and our sins are permanent witnesses that were alive
and were not angels, but human.
Do not tie
yourself to souvenirs or objects, because wherever you look we have been, with
whoever you talk to who knew us, there will be something of mine. That would be
different, but certainly different, if we had not accepted to live together our
love for so many years; and the world will always dotted with us.
Do not cry
my absence, because only miss you my new word and my heat of the moment. Weep,
if you want, because the body is filled with tears at everything that is bigger
than him, which is not able to understand, but understood as something great,
because when the tongue is not able to express an emotion, and only eyes can
speak.
And he
lives. Creating lives every day, and more than before. Because I do not know
how, but I'm sure that from my other presence, I'll also creating with you, and
will be precisely in the act of bringing something that was not where we will
have found. Do not understand very well, but that, like grains of wheat not
understand that his companion died in the field has given birth to many new
partners.
So with
that hope , you will continue to leave your mark , so that when your death we
again give the same voice, when our next hug incorporate us and without
breaking the unique creation , many may say of us : if they had not we beloved
, the world would be sadder .
