Between her fingers... A brush... And in her eyes... A passion life... And the most beautiful imagination... For the painting... To draw it... Her fingers... With the most wonderful brush... With the beauty of her imagination... And the purity of her heart... To draw now... From the history of her past... And for the future of her life... The love... To live it... With a poet like her... He loved her heart... Despite all these distances...
My love sat... Quietly... In front of the piece of cloth... To draw... While into her eyes... The most beautiful secret of life ... It is the love... that dwells in her heart...
And here I am... From afar... Waiting eagerly... Her painting...