When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
To pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
-Pablo NerudaThe text of a song the Chamber Choir is singing in Spanish by Morten Lauridsen. Absolutely breathtaking. Seriously, there is no other place for me
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