I never had anything. What I have is not mine and it never was. Not even myself. Myself is not my self. Don't wonder. Where are the walls between the stars when ravines fall to break apart in water? I fall. I climbe again the mountain to get inside my mind. I fall again.
I love you all. I'd love to see you love each other, to see you trying to understand each other instead of expecting the others to understand you.
No one owes me anything. If I ever helped you, give me nothing in return unless I ask for something. Oh, there is something that you owe me: go and help someone as I helped you if I ever did.
After I pass away burry me in my beloved village! Cover me with ground and nothing more! Put a cross near to my head. A simple one, a wooden one... Let a child write my name on it.
Have always in mind: "17 He that is a friend loveth at all times: and a brother is proved in distress."; "24 Wisdom shineth in the face of the wise: the eyes of fools are in the ends of the earth." Proverbs 17
I am not sad.