I wish you love first,
And that loving, is also beloved.
And that if not, is soon to forget.
And that forgetting, not save sorrow.
I therefore hope that is not well
But if so, be aware not despair
I also hope you have friends
That even poor and inconsequential
Be brave and faithful
And that at least one of them
You can trust without doubt
And because life is so
I wish you still have enemies
Not many, or few
But the exact extent to which
Sometimes you shouted
In respect of its own certainties.
And who among them
There is at least one that is fair
Desire then you are useful
But not irreplaceable
And that in bad times
When there's nothing more
This utility is sufficient
To keep you up.
What I also want you to be tolerant
Not with those little mistakes
Because it is easy
But with those mistakes a lot and irretrievably
And that making good use of tolerance
You will serve as an example to others
I want you, being young,
Not matures too quickly
And that is mature
Do not insist rejuvenate
And that being old
Do not pay to despair
Because each age has its pleasure and its pain
I would sign, you are sad
Not all year, but only a day
But on that day that
Discovering that the daily laughter is good
The laughter is usually dry
And the constant laughter is insane.
I want you to discover
With the maximum of urgency
Above and about everything
That there are oppressed, wronged and unfortunate
And they are right around you
I also wish to
You caress a cat, feed a cuckoo
And listen to us-of-clay
Building your triumphant matin
Because that way you will feel good about anything
I also hope
You plant a seed, for minors who are
And keep up its growth
To let you know
How many many lives is a tree
I would, instead, you have money
Because we must be practical
And at least once a year
Put a little in front of him and say:
"This is my"
Just to make it clear
Who is the owner of whom
I also hope
That none of their affections die
For them and for you
But that is dying
You can cry without regret
And suffer without blame
I wish finally
You are man, has a good woman
And that being female, have a good man
What is love today, tomorrow and the day following
And when they are exhausted and smiling
There is still love you again
And if all this happens
I have nothing more to wish you.
Victor Hugo
