Mirror

Mirror


Reflection

In the mirror the glass,

What face am I looking at?

My form is luminous

or a shadow that I tremble?


My eyes are two abysses,

lost reflections of years.

And every wrinkle, a word,

on a hidden rules page.


Shadows bloom within me,

voices that were once silent.

I see them talking softly,

to say what they didn't mean.


But if I look deeper,

Maybe I'll find the truth.

Not the mask I wear,

but the scars of the soul.


Reflection

I look in the mirror and see figures,

pieces of time, sculpted shadows.

Is it me? Or maybe an old thought

who lives in the cracks of my silence deep?


Memory in the Fog

Drops of light on gray windows,

voices that are heard but find no root.

At the edge of the mind a memory trembles,

like a leaf that falls and will not be seen.


Echo of Love

Soft voices on old streets,

warm smiles in secret times.

And if time is lost, if the flame is extinguished,

In the wind, a wordless echo remains.


Cracked Time

Time flows and breaks slowly,

like glass that touches a breath tenderly.

But what breaks doesn't just disappear,

it becomes a memory, a sign, a shadow.


Winter Inside

The wind blows and brings silence,

It freezes the words, locks them in the earth.

But sometimes the snow that hides it melts,

and words bloom like first hopes.


The Spring Sun

At first light the leaves grow old,

and my thoughts become waves, they sell.

In the sun my thoughts wander far away,

like a pure dream that never grows old.


A moment of eternity

A thousand moments tied together in one,

all reborn in your gaze.

Nothing is small or accidental,

when love gives time a fatal gift.


The Light in the Darkness

In the depths of the night, a small glow,

like a spark of hope that will not be extinguished.

Even the night fears the light,

because he rises again like a god.


The Path of the Soul

I walked the streets with bare feet,

on bitter stones, on salty waves.

But whatever I found, wherever I went,

It was the path I had inside me.


The Dance of Silence

Words dance in hidden sounds,

in pauses, in looks, in naked worlds.

Silence is not the end of sound,

It is the music that is born from the verse.


The Mirror of the Soul

At the water's edge I stand alone,

the reflection asks: "Who am I?"

Forms change, flow like time,

but the truth remains, deep in the depths.


The eyes ask, the shadows answer,

Memories whisper that have become light.

And if my soul can hold everything,

How is it still lost in time?