Ella entró a su cuarto
y comenzó a llorar,
su alma herida y cansada,
agotada y ahogada,
no pudo más.
Se miró sin belleza
y se percibía sucia,
sin sonrisas de alma
y con mentiras de cuerpo.
No podía creer
en el canto de las aves,
no sabía disfrutar del sol
que despuntaba,
ni de las rosas que le adornaban.
Acostumbrada a la noche
el sol le causaba miedo,
sus fantasmas eran
sus eternos compañeros.
She went into her room
and began to cry,
her soul wounded and weary,
exhausted and drowned,
could take no more.
She looked at herself without beauty
and was perceived as dirty,
without smiles of soul
and with lies of body.
She could not believe
in the song of the birds,
I couldn't enjoy the sun
that dawned,
nor the roses that adorned him.
Accustomed to the night
the sun caused her fear,
its ghosts were
her eternal companions.
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