LIKE COLORFUL BUTTERFLIES

Like colorful butterflies,
memories, of romantic caresses, 
free, they disperse in the gypsy breeze: 
Like colorful butterflies, they flutter, 
fly away and then return.
It gushes into my heart, 
like a crystalline, rushing torrent, 
a yearning for love, 
as far as the most sublime, vermilion, 
flaming passion. 
Among the misty, damp folds of the soul, 
I would like again to find your splendid light,
your sweet warmth.
I wish,
it is you I would like.