and then you face the mirror again
staring at the reflection
touching the image
with your hands
trying to feel
the coldness
of it all
somehow you begin to understand
the meaning of a reflection
you go inside your door
not shutting it
you travel
the hardest journey of your life
trying to understand
what is it inside you
that does not befriend you
you experience the loneliest adventure
sailing the river alone
without a paddle
a map, a compass
a rudder
there is that light that guides you somehow
inside the cave of universal darkness
you feel like one of those muted
tiny glittering stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem