Next year

Next year I´ll wear my mask brighter

And keep my cards tighter.


Next year I´ll be more me and less us,

I´ll build my own shelves

And cry my own tears.


I´ll be walking down new roads

Another ones, not yours,

But my own.


Next year I´ll be as strong as my look-alike

The one I see in the mirror

Everytime I leave the house.


December 2015



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