empty mirror

 
I enter the labyrinth
where everything is broken mirrors
where everything is demolished walls
in the labyrinth that I penetrate...

I see my face in a thousand shards
I outline my prismatic tears
section of the surreptitious landscape
my dark brown glass eyes.

yours are green like jealousy
like the slime that desires what it does not see
on the stones of the glass walls
and the mirrors of the bad luck of the years.

I penetrate the labyrinth and forget
what is the contour of the reflection of my face
I forget the stars that inhabit
the sky reflected in the mirror of the eyes.

I accept the labyrinth as a reflection
of what I don't know how to see in the mirror
broken into a thousand pieces of glass
dark like my honey brown eyes.