Entre temps / It Was Raining out There

In my handbag I stuffed a mirror, 

my hopes, my impatience, my friendly face, my anxiety, 

my chains and shackles, 

my dreams and nightmares, 

my murmuring voices, 

my fury and laughter 

and other such treasures, 

so I could take the road to find new visions 

for more living to do.