I don’t see very well.

The world is but a blurry image of itself,

The hazy colours merged with the background,

At a distance bodies and faces appear

but lacking their features.


Unlike a dream

where one forgets the milieu

and transcends the characters,

I remember the coloured backdrops

and each of the faces, blurred.


Only when someone comes closer,

do I see a face.

Your face that reflects mine

and it makes me smile.


And aside this

I don’t see very well.