With the dawn I stand up from the bed, I look at the mirror and the figure that reflects is my father. Time took me to the past: the look, the pursing of the eyebrows, the hair, I mimesis Is it me? I see my father! I breathe softly, I begin to remember beautiful moments of my genesis. I quickly establish a comparison of our lives, No, I am not even a tenth of their uniqueness!
In the twilight I look again in the mirror, my father is me!
