Mercury reflects what I see, what they see, what I also wanted to hide and could not, and what I shouted but was not heard. Some drops were left on the glass by a tear that came out of me and never came back.
When I see myself I don't remember what I was, I can only see what little by little I became, for a moment it seems that I never cried and that I never broke, how good that it is so, after all, my scars are mine and they form me.
There is so much that is seen, but at the same time so much that is not seen, and always but always I like to realize that none of that matters, but what cannot be seen.