I've dreamed of this woman many times in different ways. I accidentally bought two paintings where she appears. I don't know where I know her from or why she visits me, but I hope to meet her someday.

Your hand rests on my chest,
in this dance of my dreams.

The rain never stops falling,
it seems to be suspended in time.

Nothing is so colorful, or everything is so gray,
around our silhouettes.

We dance with short steps, heartfelt touches,
to slow but intense music.

Your red dress covers your legs,
a long gown covers my essence in black.

The mystical, the esoteric,
and the ****** is chewed in the air.

I can feel your desires, I can feel loved,
I can feel the chemistry in our bodies.

I would like to touch your white skin all the time,
but the alarm is the executioner of the eternity of this moment.

If I wake up, I'll lose all of this, no matter how unreal it seems,
I like it more than the reality that exists outside.

Tomorrow I'll sleep waiting for you again,
on the same street, at the same moment.