My mirror is lighted

My image in the eye of time

The solitude of the fine & disturbing light

My image preceeds me

My mirror is lighted, the reflection of my face was there

I passed in a glimpse of seconds so I wouldn’t be seen, and now I lay over the sheets of solitude…My heart haven’t love somewhere…forsake

Do you remember me

In the middest of nowhere. I am the forsaken in the furthest shadows

My heart is a fearful tale

A little girl remembering a window in the rain

My image that recognizes me

My image that sees not through me

My smile on TV on Sunday evening,

My heart aches than never before

Translation by Naimah