I want to dedicate this poem
To all the women we love
For a few secret moments
To those we barely know
That a different destiny brings
And that we never find
To the one we see appear
A second at her window Being
And who, nimbly, vanishes
But whose slender silhouette
Is so graceful and slender
That we remain fulfilled
To the traveling companion
Whose eyes, charming landscape
Make the path seem short
That we are alone, perhaps, understand
And yet let it go down
Without having touched his hand
To the fine and supple waltzer
Who seemed sad and nervous to you
By one carnival night
Who wanted to remain unknown
And who never came back
Wiring in another ball
To those who are already taken
And who, living gray hours
Near a being too different
Have you, useless madness,
Let you see the same Lancholy
Of a hopeless future
Dear glimpsed images
Hope of a day to come Episodes
You will be forgotten tomorrow
As long as happiness comes
It is rare that we remember
The episodes of the path
But if we have missed our life
We think with a little envy
Of all these glimpsed happinesses
Of the kisses that we never dare not take
To the hearts that must wait for you
To the eyes that we have never seen again
So, to the evenings of weariness
While populating his solitude
Ghosts of memory
We cry with absent lips
Of all these beautiful passers-by
That we were unable to remember

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