A bright morning
A prisoner
of vanity rather
than routine
I looked in the mirror
I saw Claudine.
Gone, in a hot afternoon
Again
In the mirror I looked
I saw Corazon
and an old
exhausted book.
It was the night
Finally I saw
A reflection
truly recognizable
There are quite little flaws.
Yet the simplicity
the entity
the Mary
That I know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem