During youth I ran away
from mirrors
although they liked me.
I slipped in front of them,
sometimes fugitively
with the reflected flirting image…
I seek then for the image
inside of me
and, God, how often
my heart told me
that it wasn’t right!
Someone yell me:
“This is who you are,
this is where you should end
the pride of your values.”
Now,I seek with passion
the mirrors,
in the house, in the glass cases,
in the lakes, rivers…
Sometimes I drown my glance
on the translucent sky’s mirror
and I see the world’s show
and the same heart tells me
nothing is right…
Without my will
sometimes destroy the being,
disappoint of show
of that world,
disappoint of myself.