We met as if by chance, unexpectedly, The Almighty gave us quiet, sacred minutes, And the endless city, foreign and accursed, Suddenly became a chapel where our souls could live... I don't remember the words, or what we talked about... I remember the warmth of your hands, The whisper of your lips... The hours hurried on, they woke us, While eternity looked on, Slowing its heartbeat... It was not even a dream of you... Not a dream of our meeting... It was the time that God gave to you and me. A brief evening before the night, Blessed, endless, That illuminated my soul forever. Then the days hurriedly pulled us apart, Like waters carrying away fallen leaves, But that light never faded... It remained inside... Burning softly Like a little vigil light In the night... It was not even a dream of you, not a dream of our meeting, But the time that God gave to you and me. A brief evening before the night, Holy, endless, That illuminated my soul forever. I know that meeting, That gift, Was not meant to last forever, But when the house falls silent again, I whisper with love, With warmth and tenderness, It was real... It was depth... And if one day spring, in the waking world, Gives me your image made of light, Your gaze, I will raise my eyes to heaven with a smile And gently breathe out: “God... How glad I am...” Thank you for what was... For the tenderness that covered me... And once again, in passing faces, I see your gaze... And that is enough To breathe in happiness... To love unconditionally... To simply be... And to dream...
