Dazzling, radiant, always wearing the brightest colors.
You were full of something no one would ever have imagined it could dry up.
Immortal, yes, your smile, the light on your face, seemed so.
But fate made us all lie. As if he had to shut us up,
he found for you the most brutal and unexpected end.
But you too, in turn, I know you're going to make him lie.
I know you’re not done shining brightly and playing
with the colors of the rainbow like a painter with his watercolor palette.
Where you are, up there, make him lie, this tragic fate,
and show him that despite all his cynicism,
it was you who had the last word.