Author's note: The following poem was published on Spanish language in July 19th, 2019.
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Why do I feel that I know you?
Your eyes,
your lips,
your hair,
your height,
your constitution,
your hands,
your voice.
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I try to remember where I saw you;
I try to remember how your hands
touch my skin
and caress my lips
with the sweetness of a husband
and the passion of a lover.
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I try to remember when I met you;
I try to remember your eyes,
your lips,
your voice,
your body.
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In the end,
after so much effort,
I discover that I haven't met you yet,
that we haven't met yet.
That we belong each other
even if we didn't know about our existence.