When I met you …
you were like the sun that rose on the horizon!
The light enveloped me and sank in that ocean of light,
among those fragrant waves understood the essence of my life.
So weak, so fragile.

Where the eagle as its nest,
the deer jumps over rocks and precipices,
into the steep ravine crossed by a stream
frothy light that falls between the stones.

The face caressed by the intoxicating air that day so clear,
shock the mind by indistinct emotions,
profound and lasting helping the lumen
and the right to distinguish good from evil.

You were like a volcano erupting lava reached me
and was healthy, touched my breath
and I knew the meaning of food and drink.
A vague terror transpired in that joy.

Like a sudden wave of stormy sea that takes you by surprise,
dragged me with her strength in the swirling,
roaring and foaming to shore.

The song of the lark greeted the new day while
the glittering frost slid slowly,
as a habit, to snatch kisses and caresses.

A strong wind shook the branches
of the oak trees and beech trees
Your eyes covered me with his golden light and transparent,
between the murmur of the stream hidden nell’umbratile forest hermit.

With looks of love and songs of joy mirror
the infinite firmament. A great melancholy and loneliness came over me,
tried soaking my soul in yours,
mysteries revealed and opened to holy aspirations.

In the silence of the night I called you,
you answered filling my heart with you.
Discreet and quiet, you gathered me out of nowhere.
And the joys of creation was reflected as a source.

The gentle touch of a bell seemed to come down from above,
like a heavenly miracle embraced heaven and earth.
While the empyrean with solemn feast,
the angels with quiet rapture, contemplated the supreme being,
who breathed on them its shining intelligence.

When everything seems serious and mysterious
is tender observe the snow falling in large flakes,
and pure snow-white flakes, cover everything, hiding the sins of all.
You no longer feel oppress the heart with a coat of ice.

My rescue, my refuge, sweet charm, penetrating, exhausting,
most of the enchantment of an autumn sunset,
elected by virtue of the spirit,
immaculate veil that avvlge creation: Jesus.