If I die, <br />leave the balcony open. <br /> <br />The little boy is eating oranges. <br />(From my balcony I can see him.) <br /> <br />The reaper is harvesting the wheat. <br />(From my balcony I can hear him.) <br /> <br />If I die, <br />leave the balcony open!<br /><br />Federico García Lorca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-112/
