O fiery stream that burns and that sears,With the fiery feeling, of the feeling that speaks...
O little candle flame that burns and gives light,Above my world, above the gods...
The word, the figure, and the arching body,And the lip like a leaf set singing by the wind...
I have made them a verse, with letters and keyboard,With the breeze that you give, bringing spring to me...
O little Angel, with the golden hair,Bearing the soul and the art on your shoulders...
You are and will remain Vesuvius to me,Sometimes a small spring, sometimes sea and stream...
Your whole being of soul, your love,Will be my song, a life full of light...
