It was the time, those minutes
with which an hour begins,
an afternoon begins,
a season begins.
It was that time, that day.
The time of arriving on time,
with no delay, just as them,
those who arrive uninvited
and without an appointment.
That is, it was the coincidence
of being lost in the right place
and at the right time.

We were both lost in those hours,
days and seasons, in that bed
where we found about each other
that we're not used to be late
nor to leave on time. That is,
we were not lost, not at first at least,
but then we got lost together,
and we began to believe in fate.