I always adored your small hands,

of strict correction and rare lines.

Put to praying, raised and very close,

they are as a pair of twins white lilies.

What beautiful hands those that are my

inspirers when you waive me!...

They have never made any evil; just

stop my steps with real hand clapping.

For my delight, to have them I wanted!

It would be to me then the life a chimera,

an open sky of endless pleasure.

Hands that only have caresses for the angels!

I would like to be there, among the archangels,