when I see you, my body, so fallen
by all the darkest corners
of the soul, you looked at me, like
in a mirror of infinite images
without hitting them which of
you and I are more than the rest.
Die.
diePerhaps no more than this,
gently back, body,
the profile of your face in the mirror
to the pure side of the shadow.
(Mirror), Fragments of a future book , José Ángel Valente
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