La princesa. En los tiempos viejos, llenos de cuentos de hada y magia, había una princesa,
bella y dulce, llena de amor y paz. Pero como van los cuentos, no todo es color de rosas.
Hay fuegos, hay ladrones, hay mentiras por todas partes. Y la princesa tuvo dolor. Sufrió
y lloró con gente mala. Sufrió y lloró la gente buena. Como todo en la vida, cada
cosa terminó, con fin contento o triste. Cada momento llegó y se fue. Y la princesa
todavía estaba parada. Las piernas le temblaban, pero con ojos al frente se levantó cada vez,
nunca con el corazón negro, nunca enojada. Simplemente aprendió y siguió. Porque para
ella, la vida era para vivirla, con todas las cosas que lleguen. The princess. In the
times of old, filled with fairy tales and magic, there was a princess, beautiful and
sweet, filled with love and peace. But like how stories tend to go, not everything was
rose-colored. There were fires, there were thieves, there were lies everywhere. And the
princess had pain. She suffered and cried with bad people. She suffered and cried the
good ones. But like everything in life, each moment finished. With a happy or a sad ending,
each moment came and went. And the princess was still standing, her legs shaking, but
her eyes to the horizon. She stood up each time, never with a black heart, never angry.
She simply learned and kept going. Because for her, life was meant to be lived with everything
that came with it.