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There is a man in front of me.
He scans my face, what does he see?
He looks right into my eyes,
He sees my mind and what there lies.

What does he seek I do not know,
Neither does he as his eyes show.
He lives his life without a goal.
It is like mine his empty soul.

They are like mine his eyes so sad,
They too reveal his mind so mad.
I do not know if hope we should,
If we knew what for I guess we would.

"I must now go", I say to him,
"I hope your fate won´t be so grim".
I smile at him and so does he,
In the glass mirror in front of me.


Pedro de Carvalho