When I die Don´t put my name on the newspapers I don´t wanna be temporary news Either be the talk of the week. Do the following: Put my body on that plaza Leave preferably a candle very close to my head So I can read during the night. Don´t put flowers on my arms They die quickly... Look at me simply with sincerety And I´ll feel all covered with petals... Don´t pray those memorized prayers, Simply think of me And I´ll feel Dew of tenderness Don´t carry my body around the streets Showing emotional marginalization; Cremate my body, I want to join some calm cloud To date the stars... And If someone asks where I went to, Lie I became a hermit And went to lie in the deep blue of the sky At a chosen place, Far from all those who hate me and Even further from all those who forgot me...