This path always leads me to you…
through those narrow streets,
those full slopes,
of balconies and steep stones…

This path heads me to you…
down this deserted hill,
that alcor of lavender,
of clovers without truce…

This path condemns me…
to those bright eyes,
that fill and illuminate this uncertain soul…

This mountain guides me…
in this orange sunset…
in that morning without fog…

This hill rewards me with you…
for having chosen happiness,
as a decision,
and with certain fortitude…

Eternal beatitude…