Each day we rush
by time to new places
hundreds of dates, hundreds of matters
drag us in, rush us.

And my days
omnipresent rush, sign of time
shows me
maybe it is because I like so much:

I like to come back where I have already been
under this balcony full of climbing roses
to the streets which are so well-known
Knock on the well-known door
thinking whether
that girl with plaits
will stand in this door some time.

I like to come back to places which I know
for the memories left there
to reflect in them, to find in them
at least a faint shadow of first tremors of hearts
a few music notes and a few poems from times,
when you loved for the first time.

In the middle of the breathless day
you look around just as I do, just as I do.
You look around
there, where you had left your love
you are the only one to understand me, cause you like:

You like to come back where you have already been
under this balcony full of climbing roses,
to the streets which are so well-known
known on the well-known door
thinking whether
that boy with violin
will stand in this door some time.

You like to come back to places which you know
to move your face to my face
to reflect in in,
to find in it
at least a faint shadow of first tremors of hears
a few music notes and a few poems from times,
when you loved for the first time