Identidade
Carlos Lyra
Identity
The image in front of the mirror
One day asked me
Who will be the one I see
If I see someone I am not?
The line reflects the line
And the voice repeats the voice
But I know beyond this space
That being one, we are two
I see the image fading
I hear the voice transforming
And I ask to whom I don't see
Why does my face in the mirror
No longer reflect anyone?
One day, in front of the mirror
Only the voice answered
Now the image I see
Is neither you nor me!
