In the Institute and in the University

The first time
I didn’t know you.
The second time I did.

Tell me
if the air tells you so.

One sharp morning
I grew sad
and was seized
by the impulse to laugh.

I didn’t know you.
But you knew me.
Yes I knew you.
You didn’t know me.

Now a month stretches
between us two,
no feeling,
like a screen of grey days.

The first time
I didn’t know you.
The second time I did.