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Sep 15, 2005

Empty Mirror


I can’t find you in your home
because you have no home anymore.
I can’t look at you through your mirror
because you have no mirror, no more…

I tried to dream about you
and I touched your dry and smooth skin.
But the nightmare flooded you
and your family. What is your sin?

The news and the Exodus bore my heart
and my own water also floods my home,
I can’t be there or here, I’m falling apart.
I have no direction, I just can roam.

Teddy bears, promises, regrets, food or money:
Nothing is enough.
I need you, I’m egoist… sorry.
I just want your laugh.

Alone I feel I’m nobody,
so I go for you with my boat.
I feel the death, I’m petrified.
I want to have hope, but even she is horrified.

I can’t find you in your home
because you have no home anymore.
I can’t look at you through your mirror
because you have no mirror, no more…

The only mirror is mine.
Its surface always shines.
But when I stand in front of it,
I can’t see your face, I can’t see mine.


Dedicated to all Katrina's victims. We can lose everything except our hope and memory.


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