i watch my face in this mirror - if i turn my gaze, if i hope then maybe you would smile back at me through my own silly face my darkness - my unwillingness to let you go. smile back i say but no while ------ combing my hair from a heart that sits crooked (since) -i am sure I hear that my hair looks like a "bird's nest" and i must say that i agree because a red bird just flew out! i knew it was you, mama, saying I love you, and as for me: aqui te tengo siempre en mi pecho, espero el dia que te vere otra vez {en recuerdo}