For one moment our lives met, our souls touched.

We had a moment once when I felt that we were one, in the same feeling, in the same soul. But I've come to learn that these moments can imprison us for years when they were only moments followed by many more that were not the same.

And then I feel as if I'm witnessing a miracle, as ever so slowly she raises her face towards the moon. I watch her drink in the sight, sensing the flood of memories she's unleashed and wanting nothing more than to let her know I'm here. But instead I stay where I am and stare up at the moon as well. And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again.

...only think a moment that we are here now, and that that was then, and it has come to this, and how odd, odd, odd it is!

Quelquefois, il y a des sympathies si réelles que, se rencontrant pour la première fois, on semble se retrouver.

For just a minute there I was dreaming.
For just a minute it was all so real.
For just a minute she was standing there, with me.

The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment.

It's like seeing someone for the first time, and you look at each other for a few seconds, and there's this kind of recognition like you both know something. Next moment the person's gone, and it's too late to do anything about it.

In time, we kiss — hello!

Once we are born, we begin to forget
The very reason we cane
But you I'm sure I've met
Long before the night the stars went out
We're meeting up again

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

"Es posible que nos separemos dentro de poco, que no volvamos a vernos en
mucho tiempo. Pero si un día volvemos a reunimos, y recordamos esta noche y las horas que hemos
pasado juntos, no habremos perdido "aquello" que nos ha unido. Estaremos más maduros frente a la
vida, y podremos volver a unir los hilos que se han roto."

There is a moment — Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word — something that makes it worth while.

And it feels like, finally.