You won the pole, were always the first,
don't know but also won the race.
That race you ran half in the track
and half in my heart.
This race, your race, your life
is just a breath away of me;
we run together in the same heartbeat
but in different worlds… just a breath away.
Your race is over, you won by far.
My race is still long with a lot of laps
and when I'll finished, you'll be there
and we will meet in the heaven podium.
Don't know when it will be,
just wait for me with the chequered flag
standing next to the arrival line,
with your always wining smile.
You live in my life forever, Beco.
Copyright ©2006 Maria Laura Curzi