Letter before he died ..

4:10 a. m. Letter before he died ... (Part CXXVI). Continued ... July 9, 2002 Wrapped in a shawl that is choking me, I feel the warmth of each note that transcends beyond my perception, my ear and makes me shudder inside, feeling my caresses the soul. Music Notes I packed into the beyond, to communicate with that part of me that tells me I'm human and I live by God's grace and my God. I feel how I raised, as if he were an angel without wings, but with the heart ... These are notes that make me feel a strong desire to listen to when I shall be dead. So provides. I want to be veiled with the music that makes me have this internal conversation with myself and God. I want my soul is wrapped with notes of longing and love, with sounds of piano and violins music that moves me today that I'm alive ... and when death is, I feel that I am among you ...

I want the room, smelling of chrysanthemums, point out that it's my funeral, that the music of violins, indicate that my own mortality, among you, is no longer .... that the most beautiful music in the world, is the prelude to my triumphal entry into the beyond, in the presence of my God. I want the background music is a song of angels, celestial music, violins and pianos masterfully executed ... But not so, that crying peace break into my evening. Cry the violin and piano notes sobbed between angels and ensure my eternal rest, but the sweet toil of my mother and father did not enter my quiet serenity ... That the cry of my people, infringing my strong desire to want to ease my soul. I declare that the violin and piano, for me, will speak. Sweet notes of love and faith, will only run ... Yes, please! I do not want anyone seeing mourn. Let the tears from his eyes, becomes a prayer when we meet in the afterlife ... But today, I went, it must decrease its desire to fly, to live, that I no longer could.