A mirror that had my silhoutte draw within...
A shape with flashing colors and pational distortion...
A glass that wondered how was my life...that in some way smiled back..
How a piece with a skeleton of sand thaught something like that?
I have only one answer, a frame of feelings of my mind...
That curious object happen to be a lonely child...
An isolated one, a perversion of the creation...
So I tried to distract him from his pain...tried to reap apart his tears...
What was I thinking when I talk to the glass?
Doesn´t matter how hard I tried...the boy seemed to be scared from me...
So morning after morning I tell something new to my friend...
Hoping that some day I´ll call back...