Further thoughts on mirrors and reflections…
“There is no language without deceit.”
“men and women began to live their ephemeral dreams, every phantom would become a person with whom to begin a story of pursuits, pretenses, misunderstandings, clashes, oppressions, and the carousel of fantasies would stop.”
– Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
Portrait (-Cecilia Meireles)
I did not have this face I have today,
So calm, so sad, so thin,
Nor these empty eyes,
Nor these bitter lips.
So calm, so sad, so thin,
Nor these empty eyes,
Nor these bitter lips.
I did not have these weak hands,
So inert, so cold and dead;
I did not have this heart
That doesn’t show itself.
I was not aware of this change,
So simple, so certain, so easy:
-In which mirror has my face been lost?
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