Julio Cortazar. (№ 361313)

Last night I searched for your lips to other lips
and almost believed that he found you
for a blind man, I know what attracts me to a woman,
it is a river;
but this longing - to reach the shore of dream
and to understand pleasure - damn slave
received a counterfeit coin.
The forgotten, beloved, as I would like
to raise the suffering in Buenos Aires
that hopeless hope.
If again to love you
in my house - open to the side port
if I again meet you in the morning at a café -
and that nothing-nothing
hasn't happened yet.
To not have anything to forget
your hands are not expunged from memory,
and let one thing remains - a window into the starless sky.