RIP My Friend
Soulez Chille

I always liked that poem:

I Will Return

Some other time, man or woman, traveler,
Later, when I am not alive,
Look here, look for me,
Between stone and ocean,
In the light storming
Through the foam.
Look here, look for me,
For here I will return, without saying a thing,
Without voice, without mouth, pure,
Here I will return to be the churning
Of the water, of
Its unbroken heart,
Here, I will be discovered and lost:
Here, I will, perhaps, be stone and silence.

Pablo Neruda

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