You escaped on the wings of a song without reading your diary, without looking at the clock you just ran away, without saying goodbye.

You found a path or an unexpected destination
listening to that voice that came from your soul
you were not afraid of the necessary horizon.

You rode the steed of hope
at full gallop you crossed your past and your present
and you stretched out to see the brightest star.

You enchanted the wind, the rain and the universe
with your youth and your daring irreverence
you drew and kissed the sleeping lips of time.

You escaped on the wings of a song
you embraced a quest, a dream, a passion
you flew high and free in the name of love.

You defied in every flight, winds from the North and the South
reckless challenges with the courage of youth
leaving buried in the past the weight of some cross.

Today you cross distances in unknown lands
without embracing flags, without communing languages
you are indomitable and free, you are tenacious and silent.

You wrote more than dissident verses
if dissidence knows poetry
you wrote in the sand the fatuousness of the law and its fissures.

Today you are what you always wanted to be
your hands no longer cry and give away joy
eloquent motivations of the achievements of your life.

You wrote in your own way the farewell without goodbye
defiant and restless, determined and without fear
closing doors and stages, without asking for forgiveness.

Today you cross borders with nuances of another language
you run freely without timetable and without delay
and you scrutinize books for their content and their aromas.

Today you kiss again the sleeping lips of time
in a rapture of madness and irreverence
opening your heart with decision and without regrets.