It is burning ice, it is frozen fire,
it is hurt that hurts and it does not feel,
it is a dreamed good, a bad present,
it is a brief rest very tired;

it is a negligence that gives care us,
a coward, with name of brave,
to walk solitary between people,
to only love being loved;

it is a jailed freedom,
that it lasts until the paroxysm;
disease that grows if it is cured.

This one is the young love, this one is its abyss.
You watch which friendship will have with anything
the one that in everything is opposite of itself.