The sweetest smiling effigy
in you I see again the dear mother;
in your heart
of my homeland, sweet preclara
I drink the aura,
that opened to me the mind.
Beautiful you are, like my flag,
of the flaming fist within the vapors;
you are joyous, like the chimera
of the Glory promised to the victor.
/>Beautiful you are, you are cheerful.
Yes, love makes me a poet.