When I die, I want my corpse to lie frozen,
for the hollows of my eyes to fill with dust,
for my teeth to be lost in the sands of time,
for my brain to shrink and my skull be left hollow,
for my blood, once warm, to dry in my veins,
and for the scars that life has written on my skin
to rot away and vanish through the centuries of centuries.
Others will come who will keep in their hearts
the same useless longings,
the same unsatisfied desires,
the same foolish ambition that I have.
Others will come who will live their successes and failures
just as I now live mine.
Sooner or later,
we will all pass into a darkness without reason.
That is why I want nothing to remain in my corpse.
To spend an entire life simply living it,
and let no trace of it remain in my body.
Photography by Larren Lee // Dev/Scan at Foto Hércules
