Youth is spring!
The soul, full of flowers, shines,
Believes in good, loves life, dreams and waits
And easily forgets misfortune.

It´s the age of strength and beauty:
Looks at the future and still has no past;
And, facing Nature upfront,
Does not fear daring work.

Loves awakening, loathing sleep;
Has projects of glory, loves Chimera;
And still doesn´t give fruit as autumn,
For it only gives flowers as spring!