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Love at First Sight
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They both thought
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This certainty is beautiful,
2 {1 C! z, k: GEven more beautiful than uncertainty.
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* U& U* d9 b8 `( y$ qThey thought they didn't know each other," t; D- j. v: D1 W2 P0 a
nothing had ever happened between them,
) e6 e }2 D# BThese streets, these stairs, this corridors,
; ]1 i& U. a: u4 J- U+ a) ^2 c- ZWhere they could have met so long ago?
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I would like to ask them,# H' x; A! r. _6 |& h
if they can remember -
( o, X9 _( {" pperhaps in a revolving door
& V- }& M: b* U0 {- |, e |face to face one day?
Q- m: e- O0 m' O& R! EA "sorry" in the crowd?9 o& B6 v& k. B# S. K
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
1 j: H# y$ ^9 L" Z: n- but I know the answer.% m' ?3 h6 P$ G$ l' g( _4 v- k1 }& n
No, they don't remember." Z/ u" |6 x3 \7 s, U" B8 z& e* Z
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How surprised they would be
- {/ k9 Z9 Y3 A! _9 eFor such a long time already
, [* f+ e" G% CFate has been playing with them.' {3 p; c8 K/ ^! _/ n' j9 |3 V
; J+ G; D' A. W* Y( q" P8 iNot quite yet ready& H0 Q f4 X- s8 T6 t
to change into destiny,/ {; [# O0 J# @7 q/ a6 C
which brings them nearer and yet further,. f3 {) Z" [( u- b
cutting their path' r5 o( ^0 {7 Y1 U4 k7 G
and stifling a laugh,, b( L7 Q: W" t9 _7 F
escaping ever further;1 y& _ ?7 `- ?) v. i# Q/ w
There were sings, indications, U# M( p& k$ i, i' b
undecipherable, what does in matter.
: `7 f2 @/ V6 s2 T, y7 X4 @+ RThree years ago, perhaps) z- v+ w5 n+ z t) x/ `: Y
or even last Tuesday,
3 B* }% P) E7 Q2 B, ~this leaf flying/ ]4 n2 `- q1 e* y3 y
from one shoulder to another?
4 F( r, n+ {9 ]4 P) }8 h% r D6 KSomething lost and gathered.
3 ?0 l } L K! @Who knows, perhaps a ball already
: V o, g4 E+ c# _9 a! p! Bin the bushes, in childhood?
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/ p. G( {' x, `3 L* t, i/ nThere were handles, door bells,
# @0 D/ W$ l4 e2 b5 Iwhere, on the trace of a hand,
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suitcases next to one another in the
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And maybe one night the same dream! P" r" Y- n0 k5 `# E/ H4 M& f
forgotten on walking;
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* ]3 v# d; j/ S' P, v! J7 uBut every beginning* P3 l+ u" Z' q
is only a continuation
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always open in the middle.5 I+ V1 {2 I* p3 z. ?- U, a' D: ^
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
% [: g) A0 |5 }, y$ m: Q$ c2 F3 @Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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