Jealousy in dreams, trust when awake —
Here it is, true love,
With a light egoism, simultaneously sincere,
Whoever it hunts, for that one is the catch.

Eternal theme for poems and novels,
Memory of the old and dreams of children,
Full of surprises and altered plans,
Improvisations of mad ideas.

It bustles, knows no rest,
Aspires to the ideals of being,
On the laurels of bliss love rests,
Ready, like a lion, for a new leap.