Sarbatoriri...

E prima oara cand nu il putem sarbatori pe tata si, desi stiu ca e intr-o lume mai buna, tot nu imi da pace gandul ca Cineva s-a grabit mult prea tare... Pomeneste-l Doamne si aseaza-l in dreapta Ta!

"Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die!"