Isabelita Dolomita, With green eyes, a enchanting glow. Sweet heart, a constant pulse. She was born among rocks, where the wind sings. Dolomita, a name that the stone whispers, A girl that nature murmurs. With light steps, she explored the world, Where each stone, a deep treasure. Among flowers, she dreamed of wings, To fly free, without ties. Sweet Isabelita, with her deep gaze, Left her mark, on the ground, on the world.