Balada Del Reflejo

I dwell inside
the mirror where all those
who compose and possess
will stop their time, for them.

Immersed in my work,
I clean the other side,
and with this, my best cloth,
that achieves shining.

From a pale old gold,
to a whip of sun,
from a discreet opaque
to the cloudy beyond
to play at my whim
like a bee in the garden,
of the endless moon of my mirror.

I keep in the enchanted room
my main window,
a world that no one comes to touch,
country of illusions, of dreams and perhaps,
realms that are no longer desired to name.

I know the substances with which
the dreams that will always be made
and I know the words with which you will wake up.
I know how to retrace my steps
in pursuit of what has gone
or to fly where I will never see.

Moon of my sad nights,
moon of my vanity,
moon of my life, of intimate clarity,
contraption of chance, mirror of my heart,
you taught me to see from your prison.

I dwell inside
the mirror where all those
who compose and possess
will stop their time, for them.

I know of my work,
to play in time
and my best cloth that knows how to shine.