The Patience of the Mirror
The patience of the mirror seems infinite, one might say, as unshakable as the very image it receives every day, knowing it won't last forever, nor will it be able to hold onto it, even with its monk-like patience, without apparent beginning or end, surrounded by mute walls, by the silent marble, and those trees that frame any natural landscape. The reality of the mirror is to see you and see you again, with no other purpose than to update your image just as it is and continues to be as the days pass, with the inexorable passage of time, the life that begins with your best smiling portrait and will yield before the patient mirror, which resists time and does not hide the truth, before its eyes and duty to turn the page at each glance that the glass returns with careful wisdom, because the face loses the glow of the years and will not be able to hide its failure before time.
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