The most beautiful night in the world was,
when the sky was clothed in velvet,
and the moon, witness of love without measure,
embraced us in sweet longing.
Your eyes, two shining stars
reflected my dreams in their swaying,
while the clock, with its forgotten song,
stopped, trapped in an Eden.
That night, a haven of calm,
where time became an eternal instant,
our bodies slept, but our hearts
beat in verses of an inner heaven.
Thus, between whispers and soft tenderness,
the most beautiful night became song,
and it's a gift treasured in the soul,
where life begins, where love is born.
