Tonight you passed by my street
and something stirred in my soul—I don’t know what thirst—
but I am aware of my fate:
that I can only watch you from afar.
No, you never said that spring
blooms in the hidden roses of your bouquet.
Nor should I ever see you
except from a distance, and nothing more.
And so, sometimes, calm and beautiful, you pass—
just as I saw you on this fading night.
Like a star, I must watch you:
seen from afar, and never more…
