Sitting in front of the mirror

Image

Sitting in front of the mirror,
my image speaks of time,
and my memories approach,
very slowly, cautiously;
and in my lap they are cradled
I shelter them, I take them in.
And in that diffuse form
of my womanly forms
the mirror reflects me
and drives me back to yesterday.
To the years of the past,
to those golden dreams,
illusions, and joys,
of scented jasmines.
Of nights of full moon,
watching the stars rain,
and some shooting comet,
that every galaxy carries.
Of glowing skins,
full of beauty, of candor
of ardent heart,
and in love with love.
Today, when time has passed
and old memories return,
I contemplate somewhat confused,
my image in the mirror.
Everything was taken away by the past,
time has already vanished,
my distorted image,
now, I see reflected,
and it looks like an illusion