Childhood dream

Sweet dreams of my first years

my heart intoxicates me with your memory;

in my torment, I hope in you only.

Nothing can banish you from my mind,

unknown object of my desires;

as you were for me then, I remember you

with your smile, with your languor.

Yes, my dear, I want to adore you always,

to always think of your beautiful glances,

to devote to you all my days.

When I first looked at your beautiful and chaste figure,

descended from heaven,

I was young and, alas, I did not think

that one day it would be too late to love you.

A quick flash swept your weak life away

and took it where one dies,

and I still call you.

I curse the moment when I saw you

as pure as a lily at dawn:

you flew to your shores,

and without you my heart dies.