The sheet of paper is my magic mirror,
and my face in it is reflected
when I approach with a pen,
black and combative, in my right hand:
if the mirror sends me back peaceful,
my poems will give peace and harmony,
if it will reflect me frowning,
the lash of invective will fall on Chaos...
"Mirror, mirror of my cravings",
i would like to look like a king,
and not like the Queen Kriemhild!