They are scattering you tonight or tomorrowAnd I am with you every breath of the wayI hope there is a brisk wind that will take you far and wideEveryone in the world wanted a piece of youNow you can accommodate them allLand lightly on their greedy browsOr blur their eyes with your gritty essenceOr if we could conjure up a galeYou could choke them all to death — A poem Marlon’s sister, Jocelyn, wrote for his funeral. "How’s that for a dirge, old man, I think he would have liked." || Brando’s Smile: His Life, Thought, and Work by Susan L. Mizruchi (via fuckyeahbrando) Jane DornJuly 2, 2014 Facebook0 Twitter LinkedIn0 Tumblr