Truthfull lies

Painful mirror filled with memories
Recollected lives passing through it
And leaving no prints embossed

A ticking hand passes slowly
Pressing the waiting to an unlikely halt
And leaving only a quick regret

Sleepless eyes and tired legs
Are all that is left behind along the way
When all you wanted was to live

So stealthily it flew past the mirror
As the hand ticked away without delay
My only conclusion past this truth
Is that time is a liar.

Gonçalo Taipa Teixeira
26/09/2006

Este é o meu primeiro texto em inglês desde que cheguei a Gales.