LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT > They’re both convinced that a sudden feeling united them. It’s beautiful that a certainty, but uncertainty is more beautiful. Not knowing themselves, they believe that it never happened between them. But they think the streets, staircases, hallways where long ago they could interbreed? I would ask them, if they do not remember, once a face to face in some revolving door? An “excuse”, in the crush? A “wrong number” in the receiver? But I know the answer. No, they do not remember. They surprised a lot to know, that the case for quite some time playing with them. Not ready at all, to change itself into destiny for them, approached them, they walked away, cut them off, and stifling a laugh, with a jump is shunned. There were signs, signals, what if indecipherable. Maybe three years ago, or last Tuesday, a little leaf flew away from one shoulder to another? Something was lost and picked up something. Who knows, maybe the ball already, among the bushes of childhood? There were handles and bells, on which a touch prematurely rested on a touch. Juxtaposed suitcases in the luggage room. One night, perhaps, the same dream, soon confused upon waking. Every beginning, in fact, is only a sequel, and the book of events is always open halfway.
(Wisława Szymborska)
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