THE GIRL AT THE TRAFFIC-LIGHTS
You are the same age that I was
when I began to dream of finding you.
I didn’t yet know, just as you
haven’t yet learned, that some day
love is this weapon loaded
with melancholy and loneliness
which is now aimed at you by my eyes.
You are the girl I was searching for
for so long when you didn’t yet exist.
And I am that man to whom
you will one day want to walk towards.
But then I shall be far away from you,
as far as you are now from me at these traffic-lights.