MY ROSE

Aquí os dejo una traducción al inglés de mi poema "MI ROSA" llevada a cabo por Chat GPT, solo espero que os guste. 

MY ROSE

My Rose's thorns grew inward,

causing her soul to flow with endless sap.

For my Rose, each day is a sorrowful lament,

a giant, relentless, and painful choking.

Her face is a window opened to her inner self,

a map marked by the scars of her existence,

where the imprint of every lived experience remains,

some blessed, others burdened with cold pain.

My Rose is a soul imprisoned in a prison

with walls of flesh and bars of bone,

which prevent her from developing her great talent

and showing others her immense worth.

For a fleeting glance is simply not enough;

one must dive deep into her being,

into her most profound depths,

to find that everlasting jewel

that radiates beautiful flashes

of holy wisdom.

My Rose is a plant of great beauty,

and if you pause for a moment to contemplate her,

you will discover that her inner world

is a magnificent adventure.

My Rose is a beautiful flower

that should never be passed by.

My Rose gives off a fragrance

that makes you dream...