Facing you, mirror, facing me, facing all of you, in my uniqueness, I am.
He is, she is, you are, we are, on both sides…
Mirror, you bring me back to my migration.
You become a path, a passage to the story that I live out, that I tell, with you, with all of you.
In this unique instant, I am revealed to my migrant condition.
Projected beyond the threshold that you are, mirror, towards this creative moment, source of migrations.
A perspective on me, on you.
In front of your gaze, my own gaze expresses a game, a relationship.
In front of you, through you, mirror, I become an Other.
This otherness reveals itself to me and reveals to me my migrant being.
I was, I become another, facing you and, in this, I remain a migrant.
He, she, you, mirror, subject, object, outlooks, others, towards, by, for, my, our migration.
Migrant am I.