The woman's beauty is above all of the things. Her beauty is a religion and I are his believer.

You are in an arrested swinging in a tree. I am to balance you, for here, for there. You are with a dress white, transparent, that it collects you the whole body. With a medieval garland of flowers in the head. You are marvelously beautiful, of a magical beauty. To our turn it is everything white, as snow. But even to middle of our bodies he sees himself the landscape. It is a field where some are noticed trees, completely full of green. While you swing, I am going pushing you smoothly. 

Suddenly you are with a poetry book in the left hand and you declaim something that gets lost, the sound is not gotten to hear because it disappears in the snow. But later we stopped, we looked at each other a lot, a long time and we hugged each other smoothly. Then you go down and of tied hands we disappeared in the thick fog always suits and smiling. For me it was a wonderful dream, so that I felt the day today different from all the other ones. It was a very happy day. The love is wonderful.  

The woman's beauty is above all of the things. Her beauty is a religion and I are his believer.