MY MIRROR (English)

Here is my face

Not untouched

Not intact

Reflecting my days doubtfully

As the broken steamed up mirror

Neither wrinkled

Nor wasted

Not even dark at all

But telling less

Than any pretentious liar could ever assume

You, old and new comrades

As well as you, co-stars and false friends

And even you, loves long gone and who stand

Are welcome to spit on it

Or if you please, break it again

And I’ll simply pick up the pieces

And rejoining them is only up to me…