Ela sonhou em desfilar nos palcos floridos do mundo. Tinha todos os sonhos. Ela, pura e doce
dançava com a música, seu sorriso eram como antigos e clássicos quadros de Paris. Ela não era apenas uma, ela era a estrela que brilhava sobre a Torre, e cantava a alvorada em fios dourados de esperança. Não havia tristeza a tantos sonhos de esperança. Havia tanto a acreditar. Essa era a passarela dela. E a música a qual ela dançava. A integridade daquele menina que atravessava o mundo, apenas a ser feliz, desfilava no céu. Héber Bensi

She dreamed of parading in flowering stages in the world. She had all the dreams. She, pure and sweet
danced to the music, her smile was as vintage and antique paintings of Paris. She was not one, she was the star that shone on the tower, and sang the dawn in golden thread of hope. There was no sadness to so many hopes dreams. There was so much to believe. That was her catwalk . And the music which she danced. The integrity of that girl who crossed the world, only to be happy, paraded in the sky. Héber Bensi

Ela era tão incrivel. Era como um sonho, como o lirismo-canção dos anjos, de uma luz supranatural, ela brilhava todo o tempo em mim.
Era tanto amor, indescritivel, apenas sentia, carnalmente, cognitivamente, nos sonhos especificos em que o amor era a única tendência, a poesia
viva, o verão que chegava. O eu te amo ritmico, a alvorada em flores, a quintessência do eu te amo. O simbolo da vida, o amor (ela) dentro de mim. Héber Bensi

She was from Russia (Héber Bensi)

I've got a friend from Russia, she, so pretty,
So sweet, was the beauty of the heavens and the talent,
Art, crystals of dawn and golden chords ,
Bright, she shone on the catwalk, was the love
Mirrored on the Mountain. She, the pure talent, was
All the joy of music been reviewed in eternity,
All light greater than the infinite and time,
Had all the beauty in the heart, richness of life.
She was the most beautiful to walk through Moscow,
And the song of her footsteps became immortal,
Because she was all the love of life and art,
And more than perfect, she showed me God, with a smile.

While I live, you will be loved and cherished. Your name will be written in history as the most beautiful songs that awaken hope. While I live, you will be dear. You smile will still being written, as well as your brightness, light of hope everywhere. While I live, you will be remembered. There will be poems that awakens your affection in grace, sign talent of your star-perception. While I live, you will be loved. Always, all the time writing, within me. Héber Bensi

Enquanto eu viver, você será amada e querida. Seu nome estará escrito nas histórias, como as mais belas canções que despertam esperança. Enquanto eu viver, você será querida. Seu sorriso continuará sendo escrito, assim como o seu brilho , luz de esperança de todo lugar. Enquanto eu viver você será lembrada. Haverá nos poemas o seu carinho que desperta em graça, signo de talento da sua percepção-estrela. Enquanto eu viver você será amada. Sempre, todo o tempo escrita, dentro de mim. Héber Bensi

Ela era o meu poema mais bonito. A visão de todas as coisas. A perfeição estética do coração que avançava à luz. Ela era a menina que sorria, e dançava, cantava aos anjos. A perfeição do presente, a esperança que não se calculava, o amor sem fim. Ela era o devaneio do soneto, a oração a Deus e a arte mais doce. A própria felicidade, a arte e amizade, pra sempre. Héber Bensi

She was my most beautiful poem. The vision of all things. The aesthetic perfection of the heart that progressed to light. She was the girl who smiled and danced, sang to the angels. The perfection of this, hope you do not guessed, endless love. She was daydreaming of the sonnet, a prayer to God and the sweetest art. Happiness itself, art and friendship forever. Héber Bensi

I am happy today. Because there is still a lot of hope in me. And so, there are many words to be written. While there is life there is a reason to fight and write. And love, is to be victorious in the end, it was not until now, the end is to be. Pure is my poetry, innocently shines from heaven desires carpe diem triumphant. I believe without seeing, because in my poetry explodes life and the light of tomorrow. Héber Bensi