"Farewell" by Gabriel Zelaya

Maybe, when I die,
they will say, he was a poet.
And the world, always beautiful, will shine without awareness.

Maybe you won't remember
who I was, but these anonymous verses I budded
one day will echo in you

Perhaps there will be nothing left
of me, not a word,
nor one of these words I dream today in the morning.

But seen or unseen,
but said or unsaid,
I will be in your shadow, you beautifully alive ones oh!

I will keep following,
I will continue dying,
I will be, not really knowing how, part of this great concert.