Madrugada

 Dawn 

    Until this age, everything we saw ourselves do worse is already stored in the memory of those who hate us the most, remembered precisely before they go to sleep. I feel that my flaws have already met with too many people, I should take advantage of such a meeting, who knows, by dialoguing with this existing chaos in me, I wouldn't have felt this bitter and fine anguish. So many wounds would not have been opened in the people I love, and my soul, then healthy, would walk in the peace and emptiness of the places I passed, thus calming the frequent and agonizing memories of dawn. But now, before going to sleep, when I see myself in the mirror, I admit that I still haven't forgiven myself.