Louis Jannero (27th October 1996)
I called her a Princess
Let me introduce myself not as a stranger
but a soldier came from the scorched battle of soul,
where life dries up if he stab his dagger
but don't be afraid for this is not of my goal.
I was not surprised to a beauty like the snow;
like a traveller with the blue eyes of water,
the colour of her hair under the sunset's shadow
and the beauty reflects over the cold winter.