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“When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give to them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live in your eyes
And not on your mind.

You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands
By letting
Bodies touch bodies
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away”
― Merrit Malloy

“Era asombrosa la amplitud de lo que uno mismo era capaz de no ver tan solo empeñándose en una ceguera más rigurosa todavía porque era voluntaria.”
― Antonio Muñoz Molina

“Tantos años angustiado por la obsesión de terminar cuanto antes las cosas, de saltar de un minuto a otro como de un vagón a otro en un tren en marcha y ahora empieza a intuir que lo que le faltaba tal vez no era velocidad sino lentitud, paciencia y no confusa agitación.”
― Antonio Muñoz Molina