From the beginning I had a suspicion
but I could not believe it or accept it.
The white walls surrounded me like sheets.
Doors and windows smelled me like boredom.
And then, in an hour no different from the others,
I realized, my life is not foreign to a portrait
that no one has painted, here, I was born
because I wanted, I want to show, for the same
reason, the corpus delicti, here, you can touch it,
read, tear, dissecting, cover with a hint of dust
or give it gloss, but always it will be there,
harmless, imponderable, no reflections.