We're not living separate lives. I'm not living at all. I am behind the mirror, which is just a glass. I see you everyday, you see me not. I see all your grace, all your beauty, every smile, every kind word. I see you passing trough, and can't reach you.
I didn't risk at all... I just stood here crying, can't you see that? How come you broke in my mirror just to say "we're feeling looked upon"... Please, be fair: No more sorrows, no more lies... I am in a room full of transparent glass and have you all around.
Can't you see? "Toda a gente passou horas / Em que andou desencontrado. / Como á espera do comboio / na paragem do autocarro."
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