I Want To Die Before You

I want to die before you.

I want to die before you.

Do you think that who passes later will find who's gone before?

I don't think so.

You'd better have me burned, and put me on the stove in your room in a jar.

The jar shall be made of glass, transparent, white glass so that you can see me inside...

You see my sacrifice:

I renounced from being part of the earth,

I renounced from being a flower to be able to stay with you.

And I am becoming dust, to live with you.

Later, when you also die, you'll come to my jar.

And we'll live there together your ash in my ash, until a careless bride or an unfaithful grandson throws us out of there...

But we until that time will mix with each other so much that even in the garbage we are thrown into our grains will fall side by side.

We will dive into the soil together.

And one day, if a wild flower feeds from this piece of soil and blossoms above its body, definitely there will be two flowers: one is you one is me.

I don't think of death yet.

I will give birth to a child.

Life is flooding from me.

My blood is boiling.

I will live, but long, very long, but with you.

Death doesn't scare me either.

But I find our way of funeral rather unlikable.

Until I die,

I think this will get better.

Is there a hope you'll get out of prison these days?

A voice in me says: maybe.