I look
in the chipped mirror
of the morning
and I see reflected
another my face.
Only vaguely
I remembre who I am,
the rest is faded
in bottom to the past.
Trembling,
again I look at myself,
I close my eyes
and little by little,
slowly,
I paint my emblem,
on the canvas
of the memories,
but with the colors
of the future.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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