Butterfly Portrait

As a I was a child I used to run and play between butterflies.
I was having fun
I was happy .......
I still remember that joy.
The street where he lived had a ditch, in the autumn of Mendoza was filled with a fine freezing frost.
There were many butterflies.
They turned.
They danced
I followed them as if I were another butterfly
I made them catch with my hands and arms outstretched,but never hurt them. They were so many that they escaped by the sides to make me tremble,
I dreamed of bringing them to live with my room, whose window gave the rosebushes where they stayed ... Maybe ...
Companions accomplices forever. According to the design in their wings they had invented names; The milk cow, The golden ones, The freckles, The multicolors, The pearls, The princesses, The redheads .....
Carousell of butterflies that gave the distinction to the landscape, free and unhurried.
More ...
Farfalle ...
Butterflies
Papillons
Mariposas
 I liked so much, enjoying with all the friends of the neighborhood between puzzles, raids and butterflies.I usually go walking in the rose garden where I am living and they are gone!
Do anyone know where butterflies went to sleep?