Locus
Perhaps an day still d’ont know when us will meet so… dreaming but, if d’ont meet me d’ont yourself woul detain go me to search
Will found my address at that ‘last place’ under an sone of marble or plaster and carved in the cold stone: “Always your Maria”!
Close the eyes,then think in God, do an prayer
There you will see my pan saying smiling:
“Always I loved you…I waited you Now definitely I’m departing.”
*version devoted JFernandes “Arte Condesa” Book “Retratos” – page 29