Like a knight of some old-fashioned book
I came to you from a remote country
I used words
you never heard before
and you smiled
to make me understand
that you did not understand me
I had lived a life
where songs were finished in a sob
and I had remained
a passer-by in the eyes of God
I had wandered too long
in landscapes
of impossible loves
Beloved
I knew it
long before I came
life is but an endless poem
a noteless song
on the lips of a mute beggar
the streets used to recite
some kind of prayer in the dark
way before I realized
that I was mortal
I feel like an old knight
Spanish by descent
and deprived of his windmills
and if I smile at you
the world will know a new dawn
even if you do not smile back
and tell me abruptly
that a am too well-known
a stranger
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
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