After the rain stopped
I gathered the shards left on the streets
and 
placed them after my image and likeness
in the puddle from where the Sun
was looking at me. 
I lenead down and kissed Him.
Everyone that will look into my mirrors
will resemble me and recognize each other: 
The ones kissed by the Sun.                
 
                    This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    