MEIRELES, Cecilia

Portrait

I did not have this face I have today,

So calm, so sad, so thin,

Nor these empty eyes,

Nor these bitter lips.

I did not have these weak hands,

So inert, so cold and dead;

I did not have this heart

That doesn’t show itself.

I was not aware of this change,

So simple, so certain, so easy:

-In which mirror has my face been lost?