Optimal wind!
Eyes of innocent sails.
Clear as chestnut
rubbed by the sky.
Bright as rain
striking the ocean.
Mark, with a smile
that unfolds like roses.
A face that expresses itself
beyond words.
Quick as light
darting through trees.
Be happy! Be happy!
For all the toys in his life,
I got that from Christmas!
For his favorite holiday
My birthday!
His favorite words,
I love you!
So it is in his first years
the most often sound he makes,
laughter.
Restored from the ages
innocence,
in the incomparable sweetness
of an incomparable boy,
for whom
everlasting is not long enough.