You went away,
and you took with you,
my broken heart and my life,
my yesterday and my strife.
And you left us,
in the meadow of uneasiness,
at the threshold of the departure,
in a dark autumn chapter.
But today, from the shadow of your clouds,
you will guide us through wheat fields and greening…
You will open my eyes to the injustice,
with the unprecedented art of the toughness…
We feel you in the shadows,
between the divine art of undertaking…
We will listen to your singing among the skylarks,
between the happy smile of your descending …
Fly high, fly still,
but do not forget our daybreak…
Always remember how much we love you,
and how difficult it will be to rise.