I saw your face in that room

Me, dirty with blood and mucus

You, exhausted and curious

I tried to tell you I wasn’t sure

I wanted to stay outside of you

but the words I had in my head

in my mouth they mixed badly

I had just learned that whole life

it would have been hypocrisy and paradox

I just made you suffer

I made you bleed

but it was me who cried and you who smiled at me

I saw your face in that room

as they took me away

There was too much confusion

to tell you how happy I was

to finally be able to give a face

to the womb that had hosted me

And later with my colleagues

we discussed reincarnation,

of eternal return, of the cycles of Vico

but I couldn’t wait to see you again

and get to know your man and your son

of which I could hear the muffled and distant voice.

I saw your face in that room

and I would give everything I have

to remember it.