.... But I can not keep on pretending that

I am the person that you think I am,

nor continue to act as the person that

I think I am, anymore...
For I am not that ilusion

looking back at the mirror...
I am someone else...

I had been unawake

for many, many years...
A subtle soul shrivering in a darkened room...

Silent... An innocent one waiting to be reborn...

(Margarita Hernández)