Ella

She was growing up
Today she realized that as she passed in front of a mirror
And with no consolation, she saw herself just for a second
To think about her unhappy and naive invention

Among flowers, of colors, she started putting cotton balls
On her dreams and illusions
She thought that's how life was, like a fairy tale
That she was going to live

After the white dress
Of fireworks
The routine killed all her passions
She, who got tired of pretending, who took a long time to discover
That she has always lived, only for others

She, to whom nothing went as planned
Today in front of the mirror, landed without mercy

She suddenly saw herself alone and tied to the leg of her bed
Empty and incandescent, just hot
Because of the vapors emanating from her mind

It was fading away
Between children's cries and expired letters
Her fantasy of achieving one day
Feeling fulfilled, a true heroine

After the white dress
Of fireworks
The routine killed all her passions
She, who got tired of pretending, who took a long time to discover
That she has always lived, only for others

She, to whom nothing went as planned
Today in front of the mirror, landed without mercy
She, who got tired of pretending, who took a long time to discover
She, who got tired of pretending, who took a long time to discover