11M. In memoriam

If I were more pretty

and a bit smarter

If I were special,

Off a magazine cover

I would have the strength

to cross the train

and ask you who you are.

You sit in the front

and you don’t even imagine

that only for you

my best skirt am I wearing.

and as I see you yawn

that crystal panel

my eyes well up.

Suddenly, you see me

I watch you and you sigh,

As I close my eyes,

you turn back silently,

I hardly breathe,

I feel so small

and I begin to tremble.

And thus days go by,

from Monday to Friday,

as the flying swallows

of the poem of Becquer,

from station to station

we sit there, you and I

and so passes the silence.

Suddenly, you see me

I watch you and you sigh,

As I close my eyes,

you turn back silently,

I hardly breathe,

I feel so small

and I begin to tremble.

And then sudden, it happens,

and my lips wake up

pronouncing your name

in a stuttering voice,

You’re probably thinking

“Such a foolish girl!”

and I want to die.

But then the time stops,

You approach to me,
you whisper…

“I do not know you,

But I already miss you.

You know, every morning

I skip the direct route

and board this train”

And now, we are arriving

and my life is changing.

Such a special day

this eleventh of March.

You take my hand,

we enter a tunnel

that turns off the light.

With the help of my hands,

I find your face

I kiss you on the lips

I become very brave

you say that you love me,

and I grant you

the last beat of my heart...

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