I close my eyes more often,
Soft shelters where I hide for
not to see me when,
seen by the others,
I do not recognize myself.
They are the liquid patina that envelops them and
which often grows and comes out and warms me.
I'm not afraid and there is no suffering.
Only sadness it sometimes tarnishes the view and
shows me things out of their real proportion.
That's why I close them more often.
To not disappear inside of them,
and through them,
in the gaze of me.