In Memorian by Joan Margarit

The architect of the word

11 / V / 1938-16 / II / 2021

THE BOY OF THE SEMAPHOR

You’re the same age as I was

when i started dreaming of finding you.

I didn’t know yet, just like you

you have not learned yet, that someday

love is this loaded weapon

of solitude and melancholy

that is now pointing at you from my eyes.

You’re the girl I’ve been looking for

for so long when you didn’t exist yet.

And I am that man toward whom

you will one day want to direct your steps.

But then I’ll be so far from you

like now you of me at this traffic light.

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