A mirror of my life
Each scar, each mark on my body, is like a mirror of my life.
Each time I look into the mirror, I will remember.
I too will remember, Claudiney!
Do you know, I once buried a kid, two years ago this month, whom I’d recuperated from the streets of São Paulo in the early years (but that’s a long, long story that I’ll tell you about some other time).
Anyway, circumstances around his death and burial resulted in me having to prepare his damaged body for the coffin. I remember observing the scars on his body, acquired during his life on the streets as a kid, and I could clearly remember each incident that had caused each and every one of those scars.
Yes Claudiney! I too will remember...