They’re both convinced

that a sudden passion joined them.

Such certainty is beautiful,

but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they’d never met before, they’re sure

that there’d been nothing between them.

But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways–

perhaps they’ve passed by each other a million times?

I want to ask them

if they don’t remember–

a moment face to face

in some revolving door?

They’d be amazed to hear

that Chance has been toying with them

now for years.

Not quite ready yet

to become their Destiny,

it pushed them close, drove them apart,

it barred their path …

Every beginning

is only a sequel, after all,

and the book of events

is always open halfway through.

– Wisława Szymborska – View With a Grain of Sand

For a moment I had a strange intuition that just this, and in a real, profound sense, is life; and perhaps happiness even – love with a mixture of sadness, reverence, and silent knowledge.

– Erich Maria Remarque –

Ph : Sabine Weiss