Mientras se observa en el espejo, tan hermosa, llena de vida, tan bien maquillada, labios rojos, su piel brilla. Ella observa su rostro y por un instante se detiene mirándose fijamente.
Se detiene y piensa en lo que se ha convertido, piensa en qué la llevó por ese camino, se detiene y al mismo tiempo observa que los años no pasan en vano y que la belleza un día se acaba y entonces ¿qué será de ella?
Con un gesto altivo, cambia inmediatamente esos pensamientos de su cabeza y se levanta decidida a seguir siendo quien cree que es, en lo que se ha convertido, sin importarle nadie más, ni siquiera lo que su yo interior diga.
As she looks at herself in the mirror, so beautiful, so full of life, so well made up, red lips, her skin glows. She looks at her face and for a moment she stops and stares at herself.
She stops and thinks about what she has become, she thinks about what led her down this path, she stops and at the same time she observes that the years do not pass in vain and that beauty will one day come to an end and then what will become of her?
With a haughty gesture, she immediately shakes those thoughts out of her head and stands up determined to continue being who she thinks she is, what she has become, without caring about anyone else, not even what her inner self says.
Con ropa sexy y cara coqueta a todos sonríe, no mira si tienen dueña o si no es correspondida. Se cree tan atractiva, capaz de conquistar a cualquiera, pero la verdad no hay uno que diga "ella es mi dueña".
Su corazón está vacio y la falta de ese amor que busca aún cuando lo niega, la embarga de tristeza. Dice poder tener a quien quiera pero a nadie a logrado conquitar, solo una noche o dos con ellos pasar y al siguiente día la vuelven a olvidar.
Labios rojos, tacones altos y siempre con una gran sonrisa, no solo carga con la cruz de no tener para ella un amor como los de las películas, también debe cargar con las habladurías y señalamientos de aquellos que se creen moralistas.
With sexy clothes and a flirtatious face she smiles at everyone, she doesn't care if she is owned or if she is not reciprocated. She thinks she is so attractive, able to conquer anyone, but the truth is that there is no one who says "she is my mistress".
Her heart is empty and the lack of the love she seeks, even when she denies it, fills her with sadness. She says she can have anyone she wants but no one she has managed to conquer, just a night or two with them and the next day they forget her again.
Red lips, high heels and always with a big smile, she not only bears the cross of not having a love like the ones in the movies, she also has to bear the gossip and accusations of those who think they are moralists.
Cree ocultar el secreto, pero todo el que mira sabe a que se dedica, quiere tapar el sol con su dedo, sin embargo se nota que gana dinero cuando su ropa se quita. Ella tan hermosa, se siente sola nuestra diva.
Nuevamente parada frente al espejo, aquel que no oculta su realidad, mientras se quita las alajuelas, el maquillaje, los tacones y demás, ella mira fijamente a la mujer que dentro llora de soledad, por que aunque muchos la toquen y acompañen, ninguno se queda hasta que el sol vuelve asomar.
Así es su vida, no sabe que la llevó a eso, como salir de allí menos, solo sabe que otrs la odian por meterse con lo ajeno, mientras es el deseo de muchos, cuando ella solo espera un amor verdadero, ese que con los años no llega, los años que que se notan en su cuerpo y en su rostro que todavía se ve de porcelana, cuando está maquillada y las luces sin bajas.
Ella, la que quiere dejar esa vida, pero también le gusta sentirse diva.
She thinks she's hiding her secret, but everyone who looks knows what she does for a living, she wants to cover the sun with her finger, yet you can tell she makes money when her clothes come off. She is so beautiful, our diva feels lonely.
Once again standing in front of the mirror, the one that doesn't hide her reality, while she takes off her jewellery, make-up, heels and so on, she stares at the woman inside who cries with loneliness, because although many touch her and accompany her, no one stays until the sun comes out again.
That's her life, she doesn't know what led her to that, how to get out of there less, she only knows that others hate her for messing with other people's things, while she is the desire of many, when she only hopes for true love, that which with the years doesn't come, the years that are noticeable in her body and in her face that still looks like porcelain, when she is made up and the lights without low beams.
She, the one who wants to leave that life, but also likes to feel like a diva.
This is my own story, it has no connection with my personal life, it is something that anyone can experience.