Could be my forever shadow?
Looking into the hole
into my two hands.
I walk inside myself
and make questions.
Questions about the shadow
about the pain of my land.
I look into the mirror while Im walking
and I confront all that other people
Inside/outside the mirror.
I see my roots.
Are my roots a heart or a confrontation?
Are my hands full of flowers, or cover by silence?
Talking to myself, asking to somebody else.
--Monica T., Adult