A mirror searching for a face

Number of pages: 156 Well... this is not what I wanted to do, life has done it to me, it is what made me a child who ages, it is what grows and reflects its big age on me, until wrinkles grew on my sadness! My mother told me in a childhood I don't remember: "Beware, my son, of becoming grown-up, for the first thing that your captivating age produces in the way of growing up is: your loss!" And she started talking to me about absent friends, those who grew up and then left us alone, those who don't even remember the features of our childhood... Beware of being like them! And because I am very empty, I chew waiting with my fingers, and wander alone on the street corner... I found myself like this, growing without my knowledge to become big, practicing writing to regain my childhood, and repeating the names I memorized since I was whispering, and trying to cut off a piece of their absence with a knife from my memory.