Princess.
Even if only for the beautiful clarity of your gaze.
By force that emanates from your ability to accept you as you are.
Because of the serenity with which you face everything that denies you the possibility of being better.
For the dignity with which you remain in front of everything that detracts from you.
For your passive resistance to the distant comparisons that do not matter to you.
For your ability not to resist when the hours of your days.
For all your hours under the plethoric sun of laughter and games.
For your holy way of fitting in the ring of your life the angles of sadness and pain.
For the impressive beauty of your humility.
For the acceptance in you of the inevitable dirt that leaves remains in your body and paints traces in your angelic face.
For having learned to do without your greatest needs for the benefit of your simple subsistence.
For not asking more than they can give you.
For your ease to rejoice with very little.
For wanting to dream of everything while life will continue to dream of you.
Pepe Navarro
