I look at the mirror
Why am I in such pain?
As I laugh as if it were ok
To watch my tears dry away
And be all forgotten
Within my own soul
Let me know
If it’s my reflex that is reversed
Or if it’s just me who’s gotten
A hopeless inner outburst
My great goodbye
To this painful image o’ mine
Oh, I so hope he’s doing just fine
Moonlight
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Pedro Lino is one of those "nefelibata" kids: that person who lives introverted within their own imagination. Mostly, a polyglot who doesn't speak all that often. In the end, he's nothing but a writer. Still, he occasionally tries to stop writing, but just can't. You may find him daydreaming all along.
