Sometimes I have seen it… how to put it!
I've seen her so lonely next to me, leaning behind me,
More times in front of me. Leading the way.
Sometimes I have seen it… how to put it!
I've seen her so lonely that I've felt cold
I ran to hug her. So she has curled up next to me.

So heroic is her vigil, her persistence, her insistence,
Her brand is so strong, her decision, her impulse, her sentence.
Poetry above life itself, of noble or rogue avatars.
She touches the solitary figure of her transmuted into an invincible army.
She is so beautifully beautiful in that match
She is such a forge of illusions and chimeras,
She is so condensed fire of imagination and boldness,
She is so free in the everyday fight and in the big challenges.
The apparent loneliness of her is so surprising.

I've seen it… how to put it!
In the tumult of things. She mixed in the battles of the days.
Her figure clearly cut out from the crowd.
In deep, fine and bright, thick and opaque strokes.
Lines of own light. As a sign among the anonymous.

I've seen it… how to put it!
Go through time on tiptoe, leaving firm footprints.
Leaving her mark around the house, in my memory, in my lost steps.
Weaving doubts and regrets with the road and the horizon.
Nursing the hours of courage, decision and passions.

I've seen her ... one Sunday evening
I've seen it ... and I say it!
Kiss life so that his eyes light up
Shine on us all.
And it sheltered us.