𝚅𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 ê𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝ô𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙲'𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜!
Mi alma es una princesa en su torre metida,
con cinco ventanitas para mirar la vida.
Es una triste diosa que el cuerpo aprisionó.
Y tu alma, que desde antes de morirte volaba,
es un ala magnífica, libre de toda traba...
Tú no eres el fantasma: ¡el fantasma soy yo!
¡qué entiendo de las cosas! las cosas se me ofrecen,
no como son de suyo, sino como aparecen
a los cinco sentidos con que dios limitó
mi sensorio grosero, mi percepción menguada.
Tú lo sabes hoy todo...; ¡Yo, en cambio, no sé nada!
tú no eres el fantasma: ¡el fantasma soy yo!...
My soul is a princess in her tucked-in tower,
with five little windows to look at life.
She is a sad goddess that the body imprisoned.
And your soul, which had been flying since before you died,
It is a magnificent wing, free of all work...
You are not the ghost: the ghost is me!
That I understand things! things are offered to me,
not as they are in themselves, but as they appear
to the five senses with which God limited
my sensorium coarse, my perception diminished.
You know everything today...; I, on the other hand,
know nothing! You are not the ghost: the ghost is me!...
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