The mirror was never a deceptive shadow.

I never imagined that I would be a redeemer for poems

And the soul cries and sadness has invaded it?

What curse has befallen me that has distanced the heart

Leave me, for the tears of sadness shine in the night?

A star has lost its way and the bird has sung crying

From the darkness of the soul, the heart has become hope?

O injustice, do not judge the soul?

Who knew my faults and remained silent?

Who expected that I would spend the night with the moon, oblivious?

But as soon as it appeared in the sky, I slept?

I did not consider myself a musician

Until my hand rebelled and played a tune that kept me awake?

I did not know that poems would be mentioned before the Lord

Until the narrator silenced them and passed by them, ignoring them?

But no matter how much I called him, he did not listen to me

So that I would realize then that sadness has become my neighbor kneeling?

And that the spirit of peace has fled from me

And left me in my sadness to mix with it?

As if I had become like a mirror, a reflective shadow

My truth and the images of my sadness that remained pale before me?

Wasn't the mirror a deceptive ghost for me?

It showed me my truth that I had been ignoring for years?

I was once afflicted with a heart that was submissive in its groaning

I did not know that sadness controlled it

Until tears overflowed from my eyes as I cried

To realize then that my sadness will remain with me forever

And that my fear of its continuation will be an eternal light for me

Oh Lord, tear apart the cloud of my sadness and let the rain be the narrator of my speech