Photography
I look at the mirror
And as reflection fades
I see all that I left behind
My eyes don’t appear the same
I organize my lines in archives
The feelings that freeze me in the moment
Thoughts of the past to make stories
Like summer days to photographs
I look behind and what I become
Things of the soul unrevealed
Memories of the winter sheltered
Smiles and tears of illusions shattered
I look and what I writhed
And speak about what will come
Searching for what I left
And talk to what I will become
André Araujo Ribeiro
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