I live only here, between your eyes and you,
But I live in your world. What do I do?
--Collect no interest--otherwise what I can;
Above all I am not that staring man.
When one lives long enough, one retains the image of oneself one likes best and finds it surreal that someone unrecognizeable looks back at oneself from the mirror each morning.
Awesome, imagination is unbelievable, living between eyes and you.....Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When one lives long enough one keeps the image of oneself that one likes best and finds surreal the reflection of thestranger in the mirror each morning.