I want to dedicate this poem
To all the women we love
For a few secret moments
To those we barely know
Whom a different fate leads
And we never find again

To the one we see appear
For a second at her window
And who, swiftly, vanishes
But whose slender silhouette
Is so graceful and delicate
That we remain fulfilled

To the travel companion
Whose eyes, charming landscape
Make the journey seem short
That we are perhaps the only ones to understand
And yet we let her get off
Without having touched her hand

To those who are already taken
And who, living gray hours
Next to a being too different
Have, useless folly
Let you see the melancholy
Of a hopeless future

Dear glimpsed images
Hopes of a day disappointed
You will be forgotten tomorrow
As long as happiness occurs
It is rare that we remember
The episodes of the journey

But if one has missed his life
One thinks with a bit of envy
To all these glimpsed happiness
To the kisses one did not dare to take
To the hearts that must be waiting for you
To the eyes that one never saw again

So, on evenings of weariness
While populating his solitude
With the ghosts of memory
We cry for the absent lips
Of all these beautiful passers-by
That we did not know how to retain

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