GOODBYE

Sometimes I think I die, now as far as I am a kind of young. And I try to reproduce the day of my funeral.

Actually, I don’t want to be buried. I think it is useless and a way for the religions to make money. I know that my family is against this, because they love me and “the burial” is for them the best sign of respect and love.

I had gifted my body to the university.

But this is not what I want to say. I imagine the scene of the café, where after the funeral, we use to take a coffee and a brandy to honor the dead.

There, erecting in my ears in these tables, I can hear every one to speak about me.

All people will try to understand why I finished my life. “She was a very active person, full of interest”. “She had her work and traveling around the world”. “You have to see her house. It was unique, a very theatrical one”. “She was so honest, so descent. She knew how to fight in life”. “She…..”. “She….”

After my life, suddenly everyone discovered my graces.

All these people that made my life difficult or hard, all these people that they didn’t hesitate to step on me in order to make a career (miserable people that they have only their visit card title to be happy in life), even closer persons.

Persons that loved me, but denied me any kind of common life (people need an kind of life to live, company, vacation, cinema, bars) not only a person that will hear him in a difficult moment.

All these persons that never thought that you need a friend, a normal one and not a confessor, they will be here.

Persons never helped me, because of the egoism and the old mentality, because they thought that I have the strongest bearing of the world and I should always be there.

All these persons that want to give me something (I don’t know what), but for their own private reasons they don’t give it to me, but keep it for later.

But as we all know, patience has limits. 

IF SOMEONE IS FRIEND OF MINE, I NEED HIS LOVE NOW. NOT HIS ADMIRATION AFTER DEATH. AND I NEED HIM ALIVE NEAR ME, NOT HIS SPIRIT.