My dead, those I loved in life,
I do not bury them.
They remain forever unburied,
at least as long as I can stay alive.
When I die, you will bury them beside me.
Meanwhile, wherever I go, they are my companions.
We talk about everything and everyone,
we laugh, weep, love and hate;
they rest with me at night and give me strength,
at the dawn of each new day.
Every victory of mine, they applaud and rejoice,
as faithful crowd that accompanies their team.
Morbid desires, unnatural cravings, some will say.
But no, it is just great and honest a love, a pure one,
that they provide and I accept,
that understands and consoles me on certain days.
Days full with doubts, shadows and ill feelings,
those ones that fate has marked for me,
which, surely, I will not be able to avoid.