your name,
knew your face,
saw in your eyes,
in a blink
between seconds
stolen in just
a second and
I saw you
and spoke
your name,
like someone
who appears in a
flash
of lights and shadows.
If only I knew
my destiny, because,
who knows it?
Do you know it?
Do the Fates know it?
Is it a whim among
whims?
If only I knew,
that one day I will be
what I am not today...
if only I knew,
that I will finally be happy,
swimming in your gaze,
speaking
your name,
smiling at your
smile...
Emily Vanessa Pendleton, Autumm, Buenos Aires, 1893.
