But your name on the placated solitude,
your name on the experienced beauty,
your name on the partecipated beauty,
it was not an arbitrary superimposition,
not just a decision I made…
It was the voice of love,
the voice of my heart.
Seriously, it was not just a thought I had.
You were not the magic of a companion.
You were not the illusion of a flower.
You were my black orchid.
You were the name on my invisible flag.