One night is a good night for our ghost; I dreamed a dream in which you were the main character, invisible as always, then I woke up and my lips were numb from saying your name; I looked into the mirror and I couldn't find myself in the reflection; I found your eyes glazing at mine, beautiful and bright, as always, talking to me about all the things that words can't say; speaking to me about places that you know and I don't; telling me stories about people that can teach you so many lessons, as you, as me. I opened my mouth to reply something but the only answer that I got was the silence, as always, because you are still invisible and blurry as a good dream; you are trapped as I am, we are trapped in a house big as memory, as our memories; we were together in that house, I could hear you laughing but I couldn't find you; I only caught glimpses of you in the glass, indistinguishable, inexact, maybe unreal; that unbreakable and frail glass of my head and heart, that glass in which I only caught that image of you that which lived in my mind, that image that I created through thoughts, words, and, of course, memories that have traveled across the world just to prevent my memory of fading away. Then I looked into that mirror again and I saw your face gazing at me like trying to unscramble something but you didn't know what it was, trying to go more inside of me, deeper...and deeper...but you couldn't do it because you haven't even unscramble yourself; and there I was, as your reflection...could we figure it out what is inside of us? could we go deeper?. There're so many things that I shouldn't do but I do and you do; so many things that lead us to places that we don't know yet and we should know.
Your eyes, my eyes, our eyes, all of them are there going around and around, looking, finding, watching, thinking... you, invisible human being, have been an incredible teacher of life, you have taught me more things than those ones that you have ever thought; maybe is because of your reflection, because I see things of myself in you; things that I like and don't...good and bad things, about you, about me, me, us...and now I wonder: who stares at you when you see yourself in the mirror? have I taught you something?
Everyone teaches something that's why people come and go in our lives...
