1453 Your life in my planet

I contemplated myself in the mirror
And I realized my reality.
I contemplated myself in the mirror
And I discovered that it was not more
That a tiny particle
Of the cosmic dust of creation.
Then I scrutinized in my navel
And I asked in my absence:
Which is the sense of my existence?
If it is not to perfume the space,
Tiny, but my space
Where am I,
Either in the seventh sky,
Or ascending the spiral of the nirvanas
Or in the same doors of the hell.
How will I know you?
If you are always in back
Before the mirror.
Your look is always centered
In another address,
And you leave me as if I were
Something less than the tiny particle
Of the cosmic dust
That revolutionizes the existence
Of your life in my planet.