Esa chica (Esp/Eng)

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Esa chica que ven allí, es un alma libre. Es la que, cuando ve un gato en la calle, le habla y lo acaricia. Él sabe que puede confiar en ella y ronronea mientras pasa su cuerpo entre sus piernas. Ella quisiera llevárselo, pero ya tiene dos gatos y un perro en el pequeño apartamento donde vive, pero sueña con tener una casa grande y convertirse en la chica de los gatos.

Esa chica danza por la calle. La música la lleva muy dentro, en su corazón. Gira y gira, con gracia, con el viento como compañero, él levanta su cabello con suavidad mientras las hojas de color dorado revolotean a su alrededor.

Camina por la vida sin pensar en el que dirán cuando abraza a un árbol, le silba a ese pájaro de plumaje amarillo que la mira montado en una rama, o cuando se acerca a una pelota que ha caído a sus pies y se la regresa a los niños que le gritan que la patee y ella lo hace con la fuerza de su espíritu.

Cuando llueve, ella deja que el agua corra por su cuerpo, los brazos a los lados y su cara mirando el cielo, con sus rizos empapados y brillantes.

Esa chica es la vida misma, es el reflejo en el espejo, es esa luz que alumbra en la oscuridad. Pero ella todavía no lo sabe y se esconde tras una coraza, como una guerrera medieval. Su figura alta e imponente con espada en mano, no deja pasar nada que la afecte pero tampoco deja salir su fragilidad.

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Muchas gracias por leer

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Versión en Inglés

That girl

That girl you see there is a free soul. She is the one who, when she sees a cat in the street, talks to it and caresses it. He knows he can trust her and purrs as he passes his body between her legs. She would like to take him away, but she already has two cats and a dog in the small apartment where she lives, but she dreams of having a big house and becoming the cat girl.

That girl dances in the street. Music is deep inside her, in her heart. She twirls and twirls, gracefully, with the wind as her companion, he gently lifts her hair as the golden leaves flutter around her.

She walks through life without a thought for what people will say when she hugs a tree, whistles to that yellow-plumaged bird that looks at her mounted on a branch, or when she approaches a ball that has fallen at her feet and returns it to the children who shout for her to kick it and she does so with the strength of her spirit.

When it rains, she lets the water run down her body, her arms at her sides and her face looking up at the sky, her curls soaked and shining.

That girl is life itself, she is the reflection in the mirror, she is that light that shines in the darkness. But she still does not know it and hides behind a shield, like a medieval warrior, who does not let anything that affects her pass but does not let people feel her kindness and joy. She only lets pass her strength but not her fragility.

Translated with That girl you see there is a free soul. She is the one who, when she sees a cat in the street, talks to it and caresses it. He knows he can trust her and purrs as he passes his body between her legs. She would like to take him away, but she already has two cats and a dog in the small apartment where she lives, but she dreams of having a big house and becoming the cat girl.

That girl dances in the street. Music is deep inside her, in her heart. She twirls and twirls, gracefully, with the wind as her companion, he gently lifts her hair as the golden leaves flutter around her.

She walks through life without a thought for what people will say when she hugs a tree, whistles to that yellow-plumaged bird that looks at her mounted on a branch, or when she approaches a ball that has fallen at her feet and returns it to the children who shout for her to kick it and she does so with the strength of her spirit.

When it rains, she lets the water run down her body, her arms at her sides and her face looking up at the sky, her curls soaked and shining.

That girl is life itself, she is the reflection in the mirror, she is that light that shines in the darkness. But she still does not know it and hides behind a shield, like a medieval warrior, who does not let anything that affects her pass but does not let people feel her kindness and joy. She only lets pass her strength but not her sion.

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Thanks for readings

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