Sometimes
You ask yourself
Who is this stranger
Totally alien
To whom you think you are
And you wondered
Who are you
Stranger
Where do you come from
But when you look closely
Is like a split image
Only the attitude
Seems strange
Like the conduct of another
A stanger
But the shape
The voice
The colour
All betray the fact
It is one
And the same person
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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