In spite of your absence, the forests and the fields still stay; they still remember your presence.
Unforgettable, one of your concerns: if you walk with the good ones, you will be good, if you walk with the bad, you will be bad.
To the we abandon the material world of the illusions, of the absurdities; the only gentler memory is the ethereal.
And the brooks and the forests conserve you in the thick fog of the humidity of all of the mornings.
For you, to live is not to perish. To live is to continue always alive in the eternal. My heart and my mind resuscitate you.
We died and the deads resurrect. The world of the deads lives, and ours dies.
He already has a lot that the world of the alive ones is a gigantic cemetery.
He rests in my spirit.
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