nu are nicio legatura cu nimic, doar am auzit-o in "neveste disperate" si mi-a placut tare mult. :D
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there - I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush
I am the swift-up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there - I did not die.
daca vreti sa cititi mai multe clic aici.
