Princesa - Axel Krygier

Ella era una princesa

como de una fantasía,

contrastaba su belleza,

con tanta melancolía.

De día se estaba quieta,

con una fuerte apatía,

mas de noche la tristeza,

el cuerpo le sacudía.

Yo vi sus ojos y lloré,

tomé su mano y la besé,

y ante el altar de sus piernas,

me arrodillé.

Entre atávicos objetos

y cuadernos de poesía,

sepultaba sus anhelos

de esplendor y de alegría.

Yo vi sus ojos y lloré,

tomé su mano y la besé,

y ante el altar de sus piernas,

me arrodillé.

she was a princess

like a fantasy,

she contrasted her beauty with her,

with such melancholy

During the day she was quiet,

with a strong apathy,

more at night the sadness,

her body shook him.

I saw her eyes and I cried,

I took her hand from her and kissed her,

and before the altar of her legs,

I knelt down

Between atavistic objects

and poetry notebooks,

she buried her desires

of splendor and joy.

I saw her eyes and cried for her,

I took her hand from her and kissed her,

and before the altar of her legs,

I knelt down