I surprise my image
In the mirror of a shop window
And I think that it is the big sister.
You scare me, I hurry,
I want to run, I turn back,
I look again, I smile you
And she responds!
I see the wrinkles, the tired eyes
With the lost gleam.
I start crying,
And she cries too.
I don’t find anything beautiful anymore
From the face of formerly…