mirror

At the end of the street he lived,
in a humble little house,
of battered plaster,
unbalanced windows,
and very low ceiling,
but he kept a great treasure.
Dona Carmina had a mirror,
full of mysteries,
inherited from generations,
that had the particularity,
to reflect what each one,
of himself he wanted to see.
Long lines of people,
they came to face him,
the gobenador looked king,
the child, astronaut,
the girl, racing driver,
the anxious, young and sexy,
the ansian, vital,
the woman, powerful,
the man, entrepreneur,
and Maria,
I only saw Maria,
as it was, unadorned,
free in his freedom,
cautious in your wishes.
Maybe because of this,
everyone despised her,
but Maria knew,
Unlike the others,
that you only had her,
and not the reflection of his vanity,
when they could understand it,
Maria was already flying,
with its own light,
without the need for a mirror.