Imagine that you died

Forty nine days ago

That your soul departs

Towards

A flight without ports

Without north or south

Into a lunar ocean

A white light

Falls on the water

Carries you away

Your soul leaves

The sea of bengal

A reverie

You come undone

The lightness

Of not being

You let go

Release my hand

Everything´s ruby

Untie me

I´m no longer here

My shadow left me

I am gone

Imagine that you died

Forty nine days ago

That your soul departs

Towards

A flight without north or south

Imagine that you lost

Your color and identity

Your soul no longer lingers

In the bay of bengal