When I’m gone, leave my memories to the Ouro Preto skyline. Spread the ashes from the fire that finally burned me out across the roads. I am all that ever was.

Take my voice in fistfuls like gunpowder and leave it with the last man I loved. Tell him to ignite it when he needs a little extra warmth. Do not tell him about the others; they were just firewood — just the matches I lit when I needed the extra warmth….♥