One hundred years have passed without seeing your face
link your waist
dwell in your eyes
ask your clairvoyance
approach the warmth of your belly.
A hundred years ago in a city
a woman waiting for me.
We were on the same branch, in the same branch.
We fell in the same branch, we parted.
One hundred years have passed
one hundred years of road.
A hundred years ago in the dark
I run behind her.