Love at first sight
joined a sudden feeling.
that security is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.
imagine that as a previously unknown
nothing had happened between them.
But what about the streets, stairways, corridors
in which could have been crossed long ago?
I would ask
if not remember, perhaps a meeting face to face once
a revolving door
or a "sorry" or sound "has been wrong" on the phone, "
but I know your answer.
not remember.
be surprised to know that long ago
that chance plays with them,
chance
not quite ready to become destination,
that zoom,
that stood in their way
and to laugh
departed aside.
There were signs, signals, but
what to do if they were not understandable.
hovered there not
a road shoulder to shoulder
even three years ago last Tuesday? There
something lost and found.
Who knows if any
ball in the bushes of childhood. There
doorknobs and doorbells
where a tactose overcame another touch.
Luggage, side by side, in a locker.
Perhaps a certain night the same dream
disappeared immediately after waking.
Every beginning is but a continuation, and
book
events is always open halfway.
Wislawa Szymborska From "End and beginning" 1993 version of Abel A. Murcia
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