We know each other,
We met one day
I was walking on one side of it
You, on the other one.
You were like this and like that,
Oh, you were like all the other women,
See, I can remember
I got nervous
And I told you something from the bottom of my heart,
But you couldn’t hear me.
Because between us there were cars constantly passing by
And waters and especially mountains
And all the Earth.
You looked me in the eyes,
In my hemisphere
Night had just come.
You reached your hand: you touched a cloud
I held a leaf by its shoulders.
~ Marin Sorescu