Well… I ain´t a good writer, and that letter isn´t mine. But i think that it´s beautiful and say what i fell…
for anyone interested:
Much of what I had already been sold or donated. The rest is my desire which is delivered to my friend John, who may take my belongings to the destination of your choice.
Nothing shall be delivered to any relative of mine.
As for my remains, pray earnestly, not with the torture cries, prayers or candles. It’s only my matter and beg to be let alone degrading itself. The decay isnt degrading. If humanity would allow nature to take its course, would be the rebirth of matter.
I born again in that passes wind murmuring, in the leaves that rustle, in the soil that feeds, and houses thousands of living things, in the water that flows into the sea of rains that water the fields, dew glistening in the moonlight, in large trees harboring nests of birds and bend the passage of strong winds, small shrubs that conceal the hunter the hunting …
Heaven! I avenge if only one of my particles participate in the unfolding of a flower or the song of a bird. Romantic? No! It was the world, my family, my teacher but mostly … that was tucked within the child who came to tell their sorrows, hurts, joys, thoughts, and their intimate desires … their hopes. A grown child wants to come back to tell their sufferings, disappointments, death of their hopes … to find again the warmth where you can rest your weary head and killed and where you finally cry your tears that i couldn´t cry.
And now I´m destroyed because I wasn´t able to live; work and study wasn´t enough for me. And that’s all I have left. I’d rather die than live with death inside me.
Forgive me … “