Gradually I say goodbye to a face,
I detach myself without regret from her exaggerated youth,
little by little the
another in the mirror,
the face that I was since I was twenty
is giving way to what I will be,
to the last and definitive face
that family and neighbors will remember,
It will also be an almost foreign face to me
and unknown,
because I will have lived accustomed to the other,
to the fresh face that I have grown up with,
Who have I gone in and out with?
so many times of love,
the face with which I went up and down for so many years
the steep steps of the Faculty of Letters, the only face my friends have ever known.
parents (if you saw me now would you recognize me?),
which of my daughters will kiss the last time
the old face that perhaps
Will you accompany me on the last day?
Slow like an elephant
is rising in my own face
another face that is also mine,
of the two I will keep in my eyes
(not out of vanity but out of the weight of habit) to the first, the one
somehow he dreamed the second,
the ultimate.