My reality is so imprecise that I find it hard to understand myself, I just see my cloudy face, in my reflection I can only see a man confused by the passage of time, by the new wrinkles that are born in his hands, for every hair that is Stains white with the passage of time, wondering, who am I? am i the boy or the man or I'm not either one, and I'm just walking aimlessly without knowing where to go.
The distorted face of truths, of encounters, of the mind, change of spirit, with fears and indecisions, all in one, a face that even I cannot love.