Ella - Xinkoa, Zenit

ella era una chica normal

con un trabajo normal

y una familia normal

de un barrio normal

ke keria lo normal para su vida

un futuro normal, que del sueño de cualkier persona anida

hasta ke aprende a volar y desaparece

maldito dia invernal

en el que bajo un manto de estrellas congeladas

que ardian bajo del cielo, en el suelo

su alma ya se desvanece

todo empezo a tornarse gris mucho tiempo atras

cuando satanás en la piel de aquel chaval

paso a formar parte por desgracia de su dia a dia

mas no se conformo con fastidiar la relacion que les unía

no, no le basto

su inexistente paciencia sin motivo se gasto

y como no, tuvo que demostrar su hombria

castigando cuerpo y mente a la mujer que le quería

ella se sentia culpable por tener en la cabeza

ese recuerdo ya imborrable que inundaba de tristeza

la riqueza de su ser…

por no poder retroceder hasta ese ayer

en el que la dureza con la que el la maltrataba aun no existia

en el que era una niña todavia

que no tenia porque conocer, no

la angustia que te angustia dejaria su alegria tras perder la sonrisa

el amor propio, el poder

mirarse en un espejo para ver su bello rostro y volver

a sentirse guapa

defender a espada y capa su espacio vital

aun a costa de caer en un abismo violento

su integridad moral aun a riesgo de perecer en ese mismo intento

aun asi lo estuvo haciendo hasta saber

ke de momento tanto mal al final la iba a vencer

ella, era una diosa para dioses

ella, era una musa de poetas

ella, era la luna de mis noches

era ella la que conseguia que alcanzara metas

ella, era el motivo de mi lucha

ella, era mi utopía, mi quimera

era ella gracias a quien ahora la gente me escucha

la primera cosa en la que pensaba cada dia era ella

estaba hundida

sumida en un conflicto mental, tal

que el opaco cristal

a traves del cual observaba su vida le impedia

contemplar sus opciones de futuro

averiguar cual seria el camino menos duro

para superar ese infranqueable muro

por el cual trepar

desde lo mas profundo de ese odioso pozo oscuro

en el que la tristeza la sumia

hasta la superficie de ese mundo que asumia

alumbrado por un soleado dia que veia

sin poder luchar anclada en la agonia

y sin casi darse cuenta se vio envuelta en una manta blanca y fria

que traia mas problemas

que la aislaba de los demas

que hacia que los edemas que en el pasado adornaron su piel

fueran solo dulce miel

comparados con los que esa hiel

en su mente dejo grabados como emblemas

intento ahogar sus penas en alcohol

noches de fiesta que unian una puesta con otra puesta de sol

creia tener el control pero solo

la mente, su mente respondia

si recibia diariamente la dosis que le volvia

a sumergir en ese frasco de formol

que la mantenia en esa via con atasco

y la destruia

decidio tirarlo todo a la basura

y arreglarlo por la via rapida

pues la unica cura requeria una fuerza de voluntad

que ella ya no tendria que reunir

si permitia a su alma partir

para que su cuerpo pudiese dormir por siempre bajo una lapida

esa desicion no era la valida

pero que era casi imposible superarlo era verdad

ella, era una diosa para dioses

ella, era una musa de poetas

ella, era la luna de mis noches

era ella la que conseguia que alcanzara metas

ella, era el motivo de mi lucha

ella, era mi utopia, mi quimera

era ella gracias a quien ahora la gente me escucha

la primera cosa en la que pensaba cada dia era ella

estuvo muy cerca de desaparecer

callo y nadie confio en que pudiera volver

a levantarse por su propio pie

y caminar sin depender de eso que su vida complica

tirar pa elante y defender que reponerse explica

lo facil que es caer y lo dificil que es hacer

a ese desierto florecer

cuando a muerto el placer…

de tener todo lo que sentirse una chica feliz implica

la llegada de un angel alado la salvacion pronostica

para ella

tener de nuevo un amigo al lado

ha provocado que su estado emocional haya cambiado

hasta su estetica

que su vision de la vida tan patetica

se haya tornado en un alegre visionado

de todas las escencias que su mente ha sacado

de todas las vivencias que en su piel ha disfrutado

y asi recoger recuerdos del pasado

y sin casi revolver lo malo ya olvidado

con pasion de volver lo bueno que le han quitado

en cada ocasion en la que podria empezar a crecer

para nunca mas caer en el querer equivocado

antes de perder el contacto con aquel

gracias al que sonrisas vacias de ilusiones y alegrias habia recuperado

y asi paso…

la relacion ya se acabo, incluso el contacto se perdio

este angel sin saber porque vio

como derrepente su amor se desvanecio

un cielo gris y nublado de nuevo aparecio

mientras el reflejo de su luz en la distancia permanecio

y que el dulce aroma de su fragancia impregnado en cada estancia

nacio esta cancion …

she was a normal girl

with a normal job

and a normal family

from a normal neighborhood

ke keria the normal for your life

a normal future, that from the dream of any person nests

until she learns to fly and disappears

damn winter day

in which under a blanket of frozen stars

that burned under the sky, on the ground

her soul is already vanishing

everything started to turn gray a long time ago

when satan in the skin of that kid

unfortunately became part of his day to day

but he was not satisfied with annoying the relationship that united them

no, not enough

her non-existent patience was wasted for no reason

and of course, she had to prove her manhood

punishing body and mind the woman who loved him

she felt guilty for having in her head

that already indelible memory that flooded with sadness

the richness of his being hers…

for not being able to go back to that yesterday

in which the harshness with which he mistreated her did not yet exist

in which she was still a girl

that she didn't have to know, no

the anguish that anguishes you would leave her joy after losing her smile

self love, power

look in a mirror to see her beautiful face and return

to feel pretty

defend with sword and layer her living space

even at the cost of falling into a violent abyss

her moral integrity even at the risk of perishing in that same attempt

she even so she was doing it until she knew

ke so bad at the moment in the end she was going to beat her

she was a goddess for gods

she was a muse of poets

she was the moon of my nights

she was the one who got me to reach goals

she was the reason for my fight

she was my utopia, my chimera

it was her thanks to whom now people listen to me

the first thing I thought of every day was her

she was sunk

plunged into a mental conflict, such

than the opaque glass

through which she observed her life she prevented him

contemplate your options for the future

find out which would be the least hard way

to overcome that insurmountable wall

which to climb

from the depths of that hateful dark well

in which sadness engulfed her

to the surface of that world that she assumed

illuminated by a sunny day that saw

unable to fight anchored in agony

and almost without realizing it she was wrapped in a cold white blanket

that she brought more problems

that isolated her from others

that she made the edemas that in the past adorned her skin

were just sweet honey

compared to those that gall

in her mind she left engravings like emblems

I try to drown her sorrows in alcohol

party nights that joined a sunset with another sunset

I thought I was in control but only

her mind, her mind responded

if she received daily the dose that made her

to immerse in that jar of formalin

that she kept her on that road with traffic jam

and destroyed it

decided to throw it all away

and fix it the fast track

because the only cure required a force of will

that she would no longer have to gather

if she allowed her soul to depart

so that her body could sleep forever under a tombstone

that decision was not valid

but that it was almost impossible to overcome it was true

she was a goddess for gods

she was a muse of poets

she was the moon of my nights

she was the one who got me to reach goals

she was the reason for my fight

she was my utopia, my chimera

it was her thanks to whom now people listen to me

the first thing she thought of every day was her

she was very close to disappearing

I shut up and no one trusted that she could come back

to get up on their own feet

and walk without depending on what her life complicates

pull forward and defend that recovering explains

how easy it is to fall and how hard it is to do

to that desert bloom

when pleasure is dead...

to have everything that being a happy girl implies

the arrival of a winged angel prognosticates salvation

for her

have a friend by your side again

has caused her emotional state to change

even its aesthetics

that his vision of her of her life so pathetic

she has turned into a joyous viewing

of all the essences that his mind has taken from her

of all the experiences that she has enjoyed in her skin

and thus collect memories of the past

and without almost stirring up the bad already forgotten

with a passion to return the good that has been taken away

Every time she could start to grow

to never fall into the wrong will again

before losing contact with that

thanks to the one who had recovered empty smiles of illusions and joys

and so it happened…

the relationship is over, even the contact was lost

this angel without knowing why he saw

how suddenly his love for her vanished

a gray and cloudy sky appeared again

While the reflection of his light from her in the distance remained

and that the sweet scent of her fragrance impregnated her in every room

this song was born...