And in some crossing I saw her
Walking on a dusty road
Only one thing was different between us:
Her road was covered with roses, while mine
Remained covered in dust evermore.
I looked at her curiously,
I wanted to ask her:
‘Why is it not my destiny to pour flowers as it is yours?’
But her green eyes made me shiver
Nevertheless, as if she read my mind
After pouring some rose seeds she gripped my hand and said:
‘It is needless to pour it. Just keep it close to your heart, as I keep
And never forget
That in another crossroad you and I will meet again.