On an orange field blessed by sunset
shards of broken glass lay on the ground
in the autumnal grass wind gently passes by
and soft as a swan’s feather
she dances around.
Sunlight drops on her eyes of sky
her pearly smile shines more than stars
and she looks to me, her eyes do not lie
for she is the purest jewel I will ever see in my live.
Like water, that gust of wind
she splits it with her fingertips
and a red breath-nourishing rose
she holds between her lips.
Music is a woman full of love
that loves carelessly until it hurts;
Her laughter will caress your skin
like that glass caresses that orange field.
In her, like in a true love I see
a reflection of freedom, reflection of all mine;
She is the bird to bring joy and peace,
the one to say “shush” and tell that it is fine.
Wherever may I roam,
with her, that place I can call home.