The first day I saw her at the station,
her suitcase was almost twice her.
I thought of her as a sixteen-year-old
ran away from home,
escaped from a life that was tight to her,
a life that could not work.

Instead that girl with curious eyes
ready to experience anything
that could attract her...
she was more than twenty years old.

She brought in our house that energy
of the adolescent discovering the world.
She wore clothes that could not be found,
which suit her so much;
that transformed her
into one of those characters of Walt Disney,
but she... she was real!

For me that girl in appearance naïve,
will forever remain in my mind
as the Sardinian elf searching for herself
who feels joy finding every day something to learn
...with a smile impressed on her mouth.