I saw all your faces, no, no…. I needed to see all these faces.
That half God, half king, modern idol, who stares at the horizon, unaware of all our weakness and despair.
That arrogant, elegant, cool man, who does not really care about other miserable creatures sharing this planet with him.
That workaholic, disciplined, dedicated man, who might be avoiding life with all its sweetness, bitterness and blandness.
That classiest, refined and slightly snobbish man, who is stuck in his tiny bubble within a scary metropolis of hunger, filth and vulgarity.
That fit, handsome, well shaven middle-aged man who is challenging time as a noble hero in a Greek myth.
I saw your ego, that pure ego, that cruel, inhuman and cold ego. To my surprise it wasn’t repelling.
I observed your silence, looks and slow grimaces. But your indifference wasn’t humiliating.
I listened to your statements, remarks, and wise advices. Again your mellow voice wasn’t patronizing.
Am I looking at the other side of the mirror…at my exact opposite? Am I looking at what I aspire to be? What I have always been afraid to be? What I didn’t even dare to be?
Are you resembling a dream, or merely assuring that my life is onelong nightmare?
