Retrovisor

Through the rearview mirror we see everything backwards
Letters, sides, easts
The wristwatch jumps from one hand to the other
And in truth, nothing changes

The boy who asked me for R$0.10
Is an old man in my rearview mirror
The girl leaning over, all dirty
Is a mother of children she doesn't know
Selling them for sugar, fairground trinkets

The car's front plate
Inverts when I pass by it
And in this traffic, I accelerate as much as I can
I think I don't overtake
And when I do, I don't even notice

Other flowers and cars appear in my rearview mirror
Rearview mirror is the past, is occasionally by my side
Never in front
It's the second later, close, following
It's what passed and often no one saw

Rearview mirror shows us what remains
What left, what now only remains in thought
Rearview mirror is monotony in slow traffic
Rearview mirror shows my eyes with unresolved memories
Shows the streets I chose
Sidewalks and avenues
Makes it clear that if I move forward
Things stay behind
We just never know what things those are