A Waltz For Zizi
Don'T Bury Me, Let Me Fly - Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
Because I won't dream something more beautiful
I'm giving you my dream, the way I can,
folded on a page, making use of you, the best I can,
making you muse.
Let's hope the rain won't be cruel, to erase my words
before I arrive at your door..
No, this won't happen to my heart,
it won't shatter to your weight,
so let me carry you to your dreams,
let me carry you in my arms
through the flames of your hell.
I will be your hero raised from hell,
the hero that faces your god,
and I will give you my wings, and maybe
my heart, if you promise to kiss me
from time to time, when my lips get dry,
if you promise not to put my name on a cross
when I die, but return me to the flames.
I don't want to dream of black
under people's feet, but sail
with the blue of the wind and the waves,
at least when I die, give me wings.
I want to fly, I don't want to carry the world on my chest.
I want to see the sunrise and the sunset
travel all over your old and wrinkled face.
Don't bury me in the cold,
let me stay here with your palm, a little more
and then, after a while, give me to the ocean,
give me to the sky, and I will try
to touch the sun for you, to whisper to him
your name, to warm you when my arms are cold,
when the living won't spare from their time
to kiss you.
Let me fly when I die, let me fly.
Don't bury me, let me fly.
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