The remembrance of youth returns
Like the buzz of a beehive…
You draw water and drink, quenching your thirst,
You drink from the well of remembrances.
What a terrible thirst of love!
The remembrance of the drunkenness of the spirit returns...
The victories of life - either sweet, or bitter
Made you get drunk feeding yourself with hopes,
With the wonderful game of yourself thoughts, of your words...
Oh, God, those emotions, those unhindered passions,
Like an overflowing river…
And the reason of later days,
Tracing pitiless dams on your way...
The remembrance of youth returns
Like the buzz of a beehive...