After the requiem,
comes the blessing,
blesses those present,
healing their wounds,
pleasing their souls,
calming their blood,
relaxing their minds,
levelling their reflections,
before the coffin seals,
After the entourage scatters.

The tomb is left alone;
till the land deed expires.

After a jazz song,
comes the next track,
distracts the listener,
healing his wounds,
pleasing his senses,
calming his blood,
relaxing his mind,
avoiding any reflection,
before the player stops,
After the first song ends.

The man is left alone;
till the hand needs no one.

missing lasts as long as loving lasts.