"Don't come here on my grave
Don't cry when the gravestone
shows my face
Are you looking for me?
So why do you come here to weep
i am in the morning breeze
i am in the clear sky
i am in the children smile
I'll be wherever you'll look for me
just try to think
how many times during the sunrise
i looked in your eyes
And there isn't death
in your happyness.
So I'll be alive until you smile
Everyday,you'll look in my eyes
that like the first light
they will shine
Babe, don't cry
cause i never died "
Poem for Michael
From Monica Venice - Italy
