Speaking Poem by Lucia Stefanovici

I have not seen you for a long time.
I would have forgotten you if in the mean time
people had not started to wear your look
and the trees had not embraced you by some time with the bark
and if the path had not seemed me just your arm long
and children had not been in fact anything than a kind of your soul
which it asks me always a question
and if the hand with which I write had not been kept
inside by you
and this way I would have not been able to teach you to draw
hieroglyphs strange
in which the stripe of the look tinny presses itself
and then it bends itself like smiling
and if my gestures had not been so much yours
that I am afraid to touch myself
and if the air which I breath had not become so dizzying yours
that I am blinded by you
blinded by you
blinded by you
that it is such a rare and short holiday
to catch a glimpse
of any memory with me
that who has lost in the trial of forgetting you.
I have not seen you for a long time.
Here it is only you.
And I long so much for me.