October

- Analice Ról

I felt bad when I looked at myself
And didn't see the person
Who I used to be:
curly hair and little eyes
Sure. My eyes now maybe are smaller than before
The lack of glasses in urgency times
Made my eyes like they are

I felt pretty good when I looked at myself
And found a person with Brazilian accent
and many qualities from my family
No shame
No last name
No way I'm going to give up
I want to find the person who I am
And it is not the one I see in the mirror
Or the image reflected in the glasses of a stranger
in the elevator

Life is short, they use to say
But life is too long
I prefer little time with much joy
I want to walk on the line which is simpler to follow.