The mirror of the past
I see the mirror again
Images from the past
And I ask to see
What I forgot
And when I approach
There is this woman over there
To whom my heart feels close
But that I don't recognize
And the more I imagine it
I am alone deep inside
I know she guesses
What I don't say
Suddenly I hear laughter
Fear rises in my heart
I see them destroying everything
under their mocking airs
I distinguish this woman
who makes a sign from afar
She whispers to my soul
Choose to remain dignified
I see his eyes open
Who quietly challenge me
“To put on a good face
Or dare to be me”
But I don't know what to do anymore
I am alone in moving forward
I have nothing left to lose
And nothing more to prove
I am ready to face
But the woman is no longer there
I understand in the ice
That this woman
It was me


