My name's Jesse. I'm a programmer, and I like to ride my bicycle. I live in San Francisco, and my life is good.
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“ When I die I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me one more timeAlone_on_beach_by_snaphappy_at_flickr to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny. I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep, I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind, for you to smell the sea that we loved together and for you to go on walking the sand where we walked. I want for what I love to go on living and as for you I loved you and sang you above everything, for that, go on flowering, flowery one, so that you reach all that my love orders for you, so that my shadow passes through your hair, so that they know by this the reason for my song.
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Pablo Neruda: When I die I want your hands on my eyes
