Cuando hablaba de ella me sentía pequeña,
la describía como una doncella, una niña risueña.
Que su voz era perfecta y al cantar angelical,
y su mirada era efecto de las estrellas al chocar.
Que tan hermosa era ella, que no sabia como amarla,
delicada como una flor por eso quería cuidarla.
El problema del poema es que ella no era yo.
Yo era su novia y su amiga, y ella su único amor.
When I talked about her, I felt small,
I described her as a maiden, a laughing girl.
That her voice was perfect and her singing angelic,
and her gaze was the effect of a star when it collided.
How beautiful she was, I didn't know how to love her,
delicate as a flower, that's why he wanted to take care of her.
The problem with the poem is that she was not me.
I was his girlfriend and her friend, and she was his only love.
Edición Adobe Lightroom.
Adobe Lightroom edition.
¡Gracias por estar aquí!
Thanks for being here!