In a Dialogue With My Reflection...

Reflected I am in front of me…

Who do you look like?

Yes!

No!

Hey, it's me!

Why then do you sometimes ignore me?

I asked him!

Don't you know yourself?

He answered me!

What are you talking about?

I asked him!

What you say confuses me!

He answered!

Why are you confused?

If you are me!

Aren't you the one who saw me?

The one who spoke to me?

Or was it... just me?

Because he was confused he kept quiet!

What are you talking about?

I complain!

If you are the one who started it!

I am just your reflection!

to glow! of hate or love!

Are you talking about yourself?

Or are you talking about me?

Who did you listen to?

Who do I see in front of me!

It's my reflection!

Identical to me!

Why do you claim from me?

What I already recognized!

You know the past, that I already lived! my present is from you!

and my tomorrow to live!

My reflection as you die is an incandescent mystery for me!

You are the reflection of what you do and undo!

Don't blame me!

Sometimes your costumes are monsters!

In front of me!

What are you talking about?

I wonder!

I don't know you when you don't know what you're doing!

How then do I know who I am?

I asked myself!

and answer!

to myself!

leaving in an abyss!

the insurrectionary selfishness! and

always being the same! in front me!!!