I see my face in the mirror, and I ask myself with tired lips: Who is this stranger? What does he want from me? Did he stare at me or I stared at him?
I cant believe what I see, I put my eyes on it for a moment, I tell myself that I can get rid of my face!
I draw my hand and on my face, everything I need to know, my hand says, it shows me and in the mirror, it says: Its you, no one else! The footprints of all the stories, the color of your homesickness in all the moments, is left on your face so that you know what is left of you today!
The
mirror says: You were the one who wanted to hold the sun with your hand one day, but today the city of night has become your home, you are dying silently in your heart!
I will break the mirror so that he does not want to talk about the past again! The mirror breaks and becomes a thousand pieces, but still in every piece is my picture!
The photographs say to me with a crooked mouth: " Eyes of hope and a tiger from the sky!" Rosa is no different from each other, they smell old, they are all over!
