They both thought that a sudden feeling had united them This certainty is beautiful Even more beautiful than uncertainty They thought they didn’t know each other Nothing had ever happened between them These streets, these stairs, these corridors where they could have met so long ago? I would like to ask them if they can remember perhaps in a revolving door Face to face one day? A ”sorry” in the crowd? ”Wrong number” on the phone? But I know the answer No, they don’t remember How surprised they would be For such a long time already Fate has been playing with them Not quite ready to change into destiny Which brings them nearer and yet further cutting their path and stifling a laugh Escaping even further There were signs, indications Indecipherable, what does it matter Three years ago, perhaps or even last Tuesday This leaf flying From one shoulder to another Something lost or gathered Who knows, perhaps a ball already in the bushes, in childhood Kieslowski found this poem and it reminded him of his movie ”Red” so he put it in his press pamphlet for the film.