Tuesday, January 13, 2015

there are many of them
they are names, they have names,
but there is something in you
that sounds like me
and it has become too interesting
so i left my friends, followed the path
that leads to you
my mirror, my echo,
and then you ask me why?
i followed you, looked at the paths
you have taken, i listened to your
words, and then i see myself again

at last, i flatter myself this time
you are interesting because i am
interesting,
and this is the beginning
of a friendship, who knows?
i will learn to live again
love my image, and love at the end
all of humanity.

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