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Love at First Sight
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They both thought
, Y+ e2 [( u) h3 w0 [that a sudden feeling had united them
4 I' A) d- a) r$ D5 W0 WThis certainty is beautiful,
4 `; g1 M) v: ~2 }" c/ M }2 ?Even more beautiful than uncertainty.' P. m3 q& o/ g( Y2 s; D
8 B4 C& A( G' q( O: Q2 Q4 WThey thought they didn't know each other,7 b/ `; J2 {, G) L5 U0 s }6 W5 c
nothing had ever happened between them,' Y9 `* p8 r# D& M$ J \
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
1 W+ S: q! u2 y4 Q7 OWhere they could have met so long ago?3 m3 a0 H+ Y2 p! }9 `6 p
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I would like to ask them,
7 G5 S( F$ f# B0 d8 nif they can remember -1 W+ I* B! O, j
perhaps in a revolving door
8 }9 L/ x6 r+ L5 i/ zface to face one day?
& b6 X2 P* z2 `+ E3 K4 s2 ?A "sorry" in the crowd?
- F$ f1 k, E7 ~" Y0 Y4 Y"Wrong number" on the 'phone?% |& j1 V1 U6 M; t5 `1 g3 E
- but I know the answer.4 J, U+ l$ }# G
No, they don't remember.
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How surprised they would be+ w e0 `, k8 d, h) z
For such a long time already- m {& h& t9 n! L1 I
Fate has been playing with them.
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% F$ l0 Y6 f2 _5 B& j/ A! {/ VNot quite yet ready) }6 [6 C# r% v8 ?
to change into destiny,8 ]- j4 D7 \/ B! w3 C1 X, _
which brings them nearer and yet further,! R( W9 B5 S2 j4 ]2 {* u1 Y
cutting their path( b& A7 S8 U: p* X4 t$ Q+ \
and stifling a laugh,/ v# v" y" F+ C- Q, l4 Z& m: J
escaping ever further;
1 t/ m0 [ E y) z! ^7 t* s/ q: S8 QThere were sings, indications,+ q2 F$ g- K. G8 N8 O
undecipherable, what does in matter.- d9 I3 }2 Y/ H+ g: Y
Three years ago, perhaps+ S& N% }- P% z/ ]1 L+ }, o
or even last Tuesday,
9 g+ c7 Q4 X6 Tthis leaf flying5 C) M" V5 L/ T' ]1 a. r
from one shoulder to another?; O! _; k% m/ n r. U/ y. s
Something lost and gathered.
# ~% [" t) J2 X% r# U- _' e8 Y% f" _Who knows, perhaps a ball already
4 K* A! [. z' nin the bushes, in childhood?
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There were handles, door bells," q! o" |. u7 @ P% ~, L3 U' i3 [
where, on the trace of a hand,8 n. C' Y N( a6 k4 T! O
another hand was placed;
; l& a7 ]" d. ^1 }5 d, [suitcases next to one another in the: K. c% g! }& D! O' k
left luggage.
5 M# H1 i) b5 d+ \9 bAnd maybe one night the same dream9 q1 w6 h& r M! U N8 H5 u
forgotten on walking;
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But every beginning
3 j' g% Q( o, O) f- k' u3 Gis only a continuation. K6 }0 q9 q9 Z0 N7 T
and the book of fate is3 n+ d* c* `. \! W7 A( h9 {
always open in the middle.
0 l5 C5 l4 k4 a) \5 ITranslation from Polish by Roman Gren
& F1 g( t! }9 n2 B4 [% E# ZTranslation from French by Sarah Hardenberg |
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