Pablo Neruda’s stirring poem When I Die I Want Your Hands on My Eyes speaks of love that lingers beyond time — a meditation on memory, presence, and the power of connection. Presented in a clean typewriter-style font and available with your choice of black or white background, this piece brings emotional depth to any space through the simple elegance of its words.

Who It's For & Why You'll Love It
This print is for the poetry lover, the romantic soul, the one who finds meaning in stillness and passion in words. Whether gifted as a gesture of enduring love, displayed in a quiet home corner, or added to a gallery wall of literary art, it carries beauty, sorrow, and tenderness in equal measure. A refined choice for those who appreciate meaningful design and language that lingers.

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✔ Choose between a professionally printed photo print (framed or unframed) or a Digital JPEG File (sent within 24 hours)

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Product Details:
✔ STYLE: Typewriter font on black or white background with Neruda’s signature at bottom
✔ FORMATS: Framed or unframed prints, or high-res digital file
✔ MATERIALS: Printed on archival-quality lustre paper for longevity
✔ PACKAGING: Carefully wrapped and shipped in protective, moisture-resistant packaging
✔ DIGITAL OPTION: Sent via email in high resolution
✔ NOTE: Web preview is low-res for faster viewing. Your final print will be crisp and high quality

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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 time
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.