[…] Stuck to twigs from that dark forest, it was only a pair of eyes, he and an adulterated and epic image that formed inside of the mirror. As a church stained glass, he saw reflected in several colors and shapes of his own design. A mosaic of ideas and sounds, that twitched and distorted, then handed him ready and a confused response: a kiss…Not in the eyes, which were the target of his questions and anxieties. No. It would not be the cunning and shrewd globes would receive at the height of his charm the precious touch of his lips, but his mouth full of teeth and saliva, full of forbidden and secret words. He did not need to think or ponder: before that he dared to pluck up courage, she became lips and she ran slightly, but at same time, a tortuous distance that separated their lips…♥

Excerpted: Tales of mirrors — By Bia Esmer