It was not on the straight, wide and sunny road,
that I saw you.
It was on the road’s bend, so switched a curve that
almost returned to the point from which I had come.
It was in a dark and gloomy day,
where wind did not dare to appear
and people sought to hide within themselves.
Now I know that fate had given that afternoon
as precious gift to me, when set us face to face.
Then, your beauty shone, flashed like a torch,
or a beacon in dark nights driving the sailors.
You enchanted me, like a serpent with her prey,
but not devoured, only arrested and gave me love.
In the days following our meeting,
they say the sun had shone again.
It does not concern me,
for I have won you.