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

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