Mirror

Sometimes to talk to you I have to talk to myself.
Energy travels in spiral form. Never the same two times in a row
One moment I was, the other I am not
A life time passes, and I am only two years old.
We cannot see our face and yet we know we are here, that we are real.
What if the whole world is a mirror?
Who am I, and who is that girl in the wall
I see and I touch, I’ll never know my face, only what the mirror tells me.
If it is all a mirror
Let it be a mirror made out of love.


Viridiana B (2009)